With individual iPads, theaters, full-wall displays, and interactive timelines, the Family History Discovery Center looks like something more out of Star Trek than Temple Square.

Confession: I have a love/hate relationship with my swimsuit. I love it because it means that it’s finally warm! It means fun times with friends and family at the pool. But I hate it because it also means that I’ve got to somehow find a modest swimsuit for my six-foot-tall, imperfect body. Not an easy feat. But this year, the modest swimsuits are everywhere! From Walmart to Lane Bryant, and from Downeast Basics to Target, there is modest swimwear for all body and wallet sizes.

Reclaiming our Inner Pionner is a series to explore how we can harness our mormony talents for industriousness and working the land and such. Click here to see other posts in the series. Today we’re talking tomato. Tomatoes are one of the staples of my garden. I’ve started from seed, and I’ve purchased plants from the local nursery (and there have been years when I’ve managed to kill my starts, and end up buying plants to replace them). I grow cherry (or grape!) tomatoes for salads and for the kids to eat- there are few things better than sitting and watching kids picking through the garden eating vegetables (or picking through with them). I grow slicing tomatoes to eat fresh. Most importantly I grow paste tomatoes for canning and making salsa.

It’s hard to believe that it’s already been seven years since the life-altering summer day I stumbled onto the Mormon Tabernacle Choir‘s audition announcement.

It's amazing how the community and James the Mormon rallied around this man as he battles incredibly difficult health issues.

As a missionary, we often would talk about how missionaries were like the Jedi; it was even brought up in a zone conference when one of the Assistants said, “President Wilkey is like Yoda. Listen to him.” . . .Here are a few ways that missionaries are like Jedi. . .

New York Times best-selling author Jason F. Wright visited with two travelers about God while on the road. Wright shared the following in a recent Facebook post:

See if you know what hormone in your body is responsible for all of the following:

Our family joined the Church the summer when I was fourteen, my brother was ten, and my sister was six. We grew up in Connecticut as a churchgoing family, but after church was over at 10:15 on Sunday morning, we were free to do what we wanted with the rest of the day. In the spring and fall, we usually spent the rest of the day at soccer games for my brother, Ethan. Spring soccer ended that year before we set our baptism date, before we understood the finer parts of becoming a Mormon, before we knew about how Mormons kept the sabbath day holy. At the end of the spring season, Ethan signed up to join the traveling team in the fall. By the time August came to an end, my mom realized that she was facing a problem. We were fresh from the waters of baptism and still felt like we could do everything right in terms of living the gospel. Should she let Ethan honor his commitment to the team, or should she encourage him to keep the sabbath day holy as much as possible? Full of a convert’s zeal, she had her opinions, and she marched Ethan into the Bishop’s office to have him validate her opinion.

Once upon a time (January 11, 2013 to be exact) a man took a basketball in his hands, walked up to the half-court line, and to the roar of the admiring crowd took the shot worth $1000.00.