Its Pronounced Moustarsh, You Silly Yank.

On the sweetness of Mormon Life.

A father worried about layoffs at work went to church on Mother’s Day and was comforted. A wife wept on the stand when her husband read a letter she’d sent him 25 years ago. A three-year old stroked her father’s mustache during the sacrament and chanting to herself, quietly, said “mushroom, mushroom, mushroom.”