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Articles/Essays

The Divorced Latter-day Saint



Two marriages, two divorces, and years of living alone had helped make my aunt an independent, matter-of-fact sort of person. But she seemed almost too casual that night in 1956 when she told me my…



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The Death of a Son



There was not even a 48-hour warning between the first x-rays of Kelden’s knee and the surgery which amputated his leg. When his physician-father took him for x-rays Sunday afternoon instead of waiting until Monday,…



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Fiction

The Princess of the Pumpkin



The cat was curled against her legs. She didn’t move them, she lay very still, feeling his little warm breathing body through the electric blanket. She stretched her arms out of the sheets and reached…



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Letters to the Editor

Letters to the Editor



Dear Sirs:  After Udall’s letter, what now? Despite the possible political implications of Stewart Udall’s letter, I hailed it as a welcome voice on a subject generally veiled in public silence. And yet after the…



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Notes

A Normal Childhood



We asked if there were ever any hard feelings or jealousy between the wives or families. He said that, to the best of his knowledge, there were never any serious problems of this sort. One…



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A Voice Against the War



Playing with my three-year-old son the other evening, I heard the broadcast announcing new record American deaths and casualties in Viet Nam. For the first time I realized with a chill that should the world…



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A Defensive Role at School



I will not hesitate to say that before I entered Stanford University, I heard the Stanford Student Ward described as dangerous and heretical, and I was told to protect myself. I think that my superiors…



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Poetry

Look at Me — I Am Your Son



Look at me, man, look at me! Get your veined nose off the grindstone;remove your ground sun glasses;see the sun, feel it. It is there; I remember it from my childhood(Was it yesterday or forever ago?)prickling upon…



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Moses



Orphan, Prince, Prophet!  Was His voice like thunder roaring? Was it like music? Was it like a great windtorn from the center of night?Or was it a father’s controlled whisper?  He gave you Aaron, with fluidity of voice like water over…



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Portrait of a Puritan



Let him, who hangs between two poles (approval-disapproval), who fits or does not fit the occasion according to conscience, alone.  His will is not his own. He is the child of cant. His ubiquitous parent peers preponderantand always over the rims of thin…



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Convictus or The Navigator’s Confession



“I am the captain of my soul.”  W.E.H. Well sir, I have with trickery and wicked suretyset irremediable courses, have by long habit fixed as my sole owner myself, have practically eradicated from consideration all suggestions offered freely by…



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