Joseph Walker
Joseph Walker began his professional writing career in 1980 as a staff writer for the Deseret News in Salt Lake City, eventually becoming the newspaper's television and live theater critic. He left professional journalism for 20 years to work in the world of public relations, and is now back at the Deseret News as the newspaper’s faith and religion reporter. Since 1990 he has written a weekly newspaper column called ValueSpeak, which has appeared in more than 200 newspapers nationally. A number of his columns have been published in five different editions of the "Chicken Soup for the Soul" series. His published books include two column collections – "How Can You Mend a Broken Spleen?" and "Look What Love Has Done!" – as well as the Ben Franklin Award-winning novella, "Christmas on Mill Street." Joseph and his wife, Anita, have five children and seven grandchildren. They reside in American Fork, Utah.

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OK, I admit it: I had a crush on JoAnn. So what? Every boy in the fifth grade had a crush on her. Why should I be any different?
Beck wasn't the best player on our church league softball team that summer. But then, he didn't have to be. He was the lay leader of our congregation. But somebody had to tell him about The Hat.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to mow the lawn that late summer afternoon when I was 13. So when Dad asked me to mow the lawn a couple of days early that week, I told him I would without even thinking...
Our neighbors’ plight may not be as dramatic as those in Iraq, Israel or Gaza, but to them it is every bit as real and oppressive.
Those who knew Dad best knew he had The Gift.
I have a problem — something that deeply concerns and troubles me. It was like being in some kind of shocknado, with all of this trauma swirling around me, and no real solutions to which I could cling.
I wouldn’t want to trade places with Great-Great-Grandfather Henson for anything.
Standing in line at the grocery store (24 check-out stands, but only one cashier? Really?), two teenagers in shorts and tank tops were bemoaning the dark, threatening clouds that were billowing outside.
For Sgt. Brock Jones and the rest of the soldiers in his unit stationed at Kandahar Airfield in Afghanistan, this Fourth of July will be a day like any other.
I’m currently powerless. Or perhaps stating it more accurately, I’m currently current-less.