October 13th, 2015 by G. On the sweetness of Mormon life In the cool fall evening you are driving to your parents’ house. It is deep twilight and the stars are out. Their house is also dark. Except the light is bright in the kitchen, and there is warmth coming from the kitchen and the bubbling smell of grape jam cooking. Your mother is there busy at canning. She looks up-she sees you-and smiles. ...
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