Volume 23, No. 2

Yep, it was me who done it. Me and the kid with the telescope. We were the cause of the historic theatre’s demolition. Let me tell you how it happened.  I was living in Salt…

Things happen. Early in the world you travel into them. One day
You rise without prayer in a far camp and silently hurry away.
Having slept under stars and still breathing the greyed fire,
Who would take time to suppose this the middle of a lifetime?

One morning you wake 
and everything works 
and almost nothing hurts. 
After seven months of returning 

Sitting naked by the pool I can see 
many more trees than the two very tall 
ones visible from my kitchen window 
as shadows in the early morning. If 

Why, you may ask, review a book on teaching for Dialogue! The reasons are several and compelling. 

In the first place, author Wayne C. Booth, surely one of the most significant critics now writing in English and perhaps in any language, unashamedly traces his roots to Mormonism.

The letters in this collection, ably edited and annotated, are neither literate nor consistently interesting. They lack informed perspective and only occasion ally throw any light on the larger questions of the times of which…

As a child in Willard, Utah, Verna Flake remembered a search party being called when someone had let the neighbors’ chinchillas out of their cage. In the end, fears that the exotic, expensive little animals…