Mary Lythgoe Bradford

Mr. Mustard Plaster

Review: Just Saying Stanton Harris Hall. Just Seeing

In My Father’s House | Rodello Hunter, House of Many Rooms

“Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent,” except that in this story all are innocent—innocent, and lovable, and representative of a tradition that is dying. Like Virginia Sorensen’s Where Nothing is Long…

Advice

Lift your withered hands and feelThe rush of words push from below.Lift up your dying hands and write.  Trace the lifted arc of wheel Pitting itself against the flow Of earth’s slow water in the night.  Force…

The Difference

This is not tragedy. A child Cannot suffer nobly, nor fling a wildCurse at the sky and die. A child can only flinch and cry,Soft hands outspread. No clenched fistFor you, my little one. You are pathos, I…

Joseph

Joseph, according to the record just, angel-riddenand consulted last, what glory may you claim?Was yours a father’s care, but, God-bidden,respect for foster child you could not name?Was your pride greater than any heart-hiddencommon love for…

Short Notice | General Board of the Relief Society, History of the Relief Society, 1842–1966

This is a public relations picture book presenting a collection of photographs from the Improvement Era and The Relief Society Magazine, with portraits of Relief Society Presidents, past and present, and one or two interesting…

Mormons in the Secular City: An Introduction

Mormons, whether they know it or not, whether they like it or not, have entered the Secular City. This term, coined by Harvey Cox, expresses (in “secular”) a “this worldness”—meaning that the work of the world must be done by man himself, and (in “city”) all historical and Utopian dreams for the model community. Dialogue magazine stands at that intersection between the religious and the secular worlds.

Virginia Sorensen: A Saving Remnant

Nearly fifteen years have passed since I, in looking around for a thesis topic, began to read “Mormon novels.” It seems odd to remember how electrifying were the “forbidden” Vardis Fisher and others I hadn’t heard of: Scowcroft, Whipple, Robertson, Blanche Cannon, even Samuel Taylor. It must be a clue to our culture that a girl could get through graduate school without such an awakening, especially when many of those writers seem so bland today that I wonder along with Sam Taylor “if most of them weren’t mainly victims of bad timing.” What my awakening really consisted of was a refreshing realization that some of those giants from our past were really human beings after all (“saints by adoption”). 

Yesterday the Wardhouse

Triad

From Someone Who Did Not Know Him Well

Sweet Home

New Acts of Poetry: Space in the Sage ; What You Feel, I Share ; Speak to Me

Holy Thursday

The Grammarian Blows Her Mind

You Kept Me From Falling

Chant for Growing Older

Man’s Search for Happiness, Indian Style: Indian produced and directed by Keith Merrill

Ten Years with Dialogue: A Personal Anniversary

I, Eye, Aye: A Personal Essay on Personal Essays

Editor’s Note

Two Poets: Their Travels, Their Moods: Once in Israel by Emma Lou Thayne ; Moods: Of Late by Marden J. Clark

An Hour in the Grove

Virginia Sorensen: An Introduction

Dear Diary: Will I Ever Forget This Day? Excerpts from the Diaries of Carol Lynn Pearson edited by Elouise Bell

The Odyssey of Sonia Johnson

A Ten-Year Kaleidoscope

Famous Last Words, or Through the Correspondence Files

Born Again

The Veil

BIG D/little d: The View from the Basement

A Life Well-Shared: So Far: Poems by Margaret Rampton Munk

A Saint for All Seasons

Soft Sculpture

Widow’s Weeds

Joseph Loved His Women

Women are the Keepers of Secrets

Gene, My Eternal Brother

Famous Last Words, or Through the Correspondence Files

Big Wonderful, Little Masterpiece: Big Wonderful: Notes from Wyoming by Kevin Holdsworth

The Word

One Tree

In Memory of Dr. Bill

Praise

One Tree Redux

Oceanography

Relinquishing

Gentle Dad

Follow the Light, Lulie