Red Bricks and Poetry

A long ago friend of mine recently gave me a book that contained one of his essays: The Best of Mormonism 2009. Highly worth reading if you can find it. In his story he wrote of experiences that reverberated with some of my own. Maybe because we grew up in the same Idaho 'city,' maybe because I remembered going to church in the late light of a winter day and returning in darkness, but mostly it was the memories of an old brick schoolhouse. He attended Washington Elementary, I attended one abo...