Beneath the Wraps

         For those of my readers who are unfamiliar with baptisms for the dead, this site will be helpful information          I was asked to join a group of ward members to go down to Medford Temple with our newest member.   I had gone with the youth a few times but had never physically been in the font since I had lived in Utah.         I had ridden in the car with our former RS president and our newest member.   On our way down the car encountered something – though none of us seemed to know what it was.   It felt like a pothole.   Our driver continued driving hoping to make it to the next exit.   Unfortunately the tire lost all air and he didn ’ t wish to continue driving on the rim.   We were a quarter of a mile from the rest area.         Fortunately the tire was on the passenger ’ s side and he managed to remov...

         The roots of my hair are white like they were when I was one.   My last dye job was a brown or red.   The white is more noticeable against the dark color.         I am sick of my hair.   Sick of changing the color.   Sick of putting it up.   Sick of the weight of it on my scalp.   I told Roland that I need it cut.   We cannot afford the expense right now.           He tells me to cut my own hair.   What?!?!?   I can't see the back of my head.   How am I supposed to make it even?         I've been cutting his hair for the last six months.   I don't think I've done a good job.   As I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder.   What if I cut my pigtails off?   How would that work?         I take the scissor...