Steven's Stories

In late 1873, a heartbroken father stood on the deck of a ship gazing out to sea at the site of the disaster that had tragically claimed the...

Kyrie Eleison  is Latin for "Lord, have mercy!" It is often used in church liturgy going back centuries, and as I see more and mor...

I was in college on April 20, 1999, when 12 students not much younger than me, and a teacher, were murdered at Columbine High School in Litt...

I wrote this on March 9, 1995 as part of an assignment in high school. It's based on a miracle recorded in 2 Kings 13:20-21: Elisha died...

Martin and Gracia Burnham, missionaries to the Philippines, were celebrating their anniversary on Palawan Island in the western Philippines ...

I wrote this poem June 28, 2006 in memory of my Great-Uncle Spencer, my grandpa's youngest brother. We lost him to myelodisplastic syndr...

I wrote this poem September 28, 2000 in memory of my Great-Uncle Maynard, shortly after we lost him to cancer. A World War 2 veteran, he was...

I wrote this poem in May 1997 after attending the memorial service for 13-year-old Michael Morrison, who took a boat out May 3 of that year,...

When I visited Normandy, France in 1999, we spent a day going to several beaches where the Allied Forces landed on D-Day, June 6, 1944. That...

My dad was an amazing person. It's been more than a year now since we lost him, but it still just isn't the same without him. I ofte...

It was just after midnight when my brother got the call from the hospital. My mom came in the room, and when she saw him on the phone at tha...

I wrote this poem December 28, 2004 after the massive 9.0 earthquake and tsunami two days earlier across the Indian Ocean. It claimed over 2...

Daisy was a beautiful and loyal collie who lived on my great-aunt and great-uncle's farm in Montana. I wrote this poem in 2001, shortly ...

My college friend Jenny Paulson had the most radiant smile. She brightened everyone around her, and I count it an honor to have known her. S...

 March 2020 This was my last post for All Things Broadway 's blog, which is no longer online. It sort of fizzled out due to the virus sh...

The news came as a shock. That morning I was emerging from my room when my mom met me in the hallway. “Steven!” she said. I could hear in he...