'I see stories in the young woman at the grocery store holding ground beef in one hand, a roast, perfect for Sunday dinner, in the other. I see stories in the man, my age or more, who waits for the bus at twilight on a busy city street. I see stories when our bishop, bundled against the chill of a winter night, walks alone toward the door of a family that is troubled. I see these stories, and they become my truth.' With this prelude, Marcus Hathaway, a 'fine old high priest' in his seventies, begins a quest for his own stories, the stories that have made up his life and will become the memories of those who come after him. Trying to help a daughter make friends in kindergarten. Fishing at Snow Lakes Basin with a good friend. Walking children across the street as a school crossing guard. His stories become ours in this warm, poignant exploration of his memories and love. -- deseretbook.com