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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My son and I had a relationship based on a certain set of assumptions. And now those assumptions are no longer valid, so we had to reconfigure our relationship based on new realities and circumstances.
We tell a crude joke or make an inappropriate comment to or about someone else, or we criticize others for situations and circumstances beyond their control, and the greatest harm that is done is to ourselves.
My young friend never had a father in his own life, but as we approach his first Father's Day as a father, he's figuring out fatherhood with the help of a 2-month-old baby named Luke.
After making my usually calm and dignified father literally hopping mad one bedtime, my sisters learned that no matter how good we may be with words, we often teach our most powerful messages without them.
That last-second free throw during an NBA playoff game may be stressful or filled with anxiety or even extreme tension. But it is definitely not The Pressure.
I only wanted three things for my high school graduation: a really nice watch, a really good kiss and some idea what the heck I was going to do for the next 60 years or so.
Memorial Day is a time for remembering, with flowers representing what Henry Wadsworth Longfellow called "the forget-me-nots of the angels" — or, in some cases, smelly irises and lilacs.
If we have established a personal history of integrity, honesty, hard work and fair play, people will tend to give us the benefit of the doubt when we occasionally fall humanly short of perfection.
On this Mother's Day, I honor the two great women in my life: the one who gave me life, and the one who gave my life meaning.
Jon and I didn't save Will last Sunday; we only retrieved him. Someone else saved him. And God knows.