When mom and dad sold their 340-acre farm on the Lehi north bench in 1957, they used the proceeds of the sale to buy a house, a new car, and a semi-truck with a...

This column was first published by the Lehi Free Press on September 12, 1990. This is the time of year when we used to worry about ordering a winter’s supply of coal. We’d see to...

It was 5:00 a.m. New Year’s morning 1959. There was a howling blizzard freezing the darkness. Blinding snowflakes prevented me from being able to see more than thirty feet ahead of me as I...

It’s that time of year again and the start of school can bring excitement and anticipation, as well as anxiety, fear, and psycho-somatic complaints in children. Our culture has evolved in a way that...

If you’ve attended Lehi High School over the last several years, there is a good chance you have met this week’s hero highlight. Kathy Rich has been a counselor at Lehi High School since...

Ralph Davis’ long journey started in the Strawberry Valley, traveling down Daniels Canyon, Provo Canyon, then west to Lehi. The sheep were herded for twelve to fifteen miles per day and nibbled grass as...

Dad handed me a five-dollar bill one Saturday in the Summer of 1960. I was twelve and had worked with bronze turkeys in Cedar Valley since school let out two months earlier. I expected...

Necia asked: “Now that summer is here, what are some strategies to see that my kids are not glued to electronics?  How can I get them to go outside and not whine and complain...

My Dad was a farmer. In my world that wasn’t unusual. Most of the adults I knew were farmers, sold stuff to farmers, or bought crops or livestock from farmers. At least that was...

I have a friend who trains athletes with me here at Rage Fitness. He’s not your typical fitness trainer. He stands six foot seven inches, weighs 260 pounds, and is a former NFL football...