Contents

Articles/Essays

Border Crossings



2003: Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, “Border Crossings,” Dialogue 27.2: 1 – 7. It happened again as I was walking through the New Hampshire woods with a woman I knew only slightly. We had been chatting amiably when the words “Mormon feminist” escaped my mouth. From the expression on her face, I knew exactly...

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The Sweetness of Cherry Coke



Sometimes instead of walking the four blocks home after Sunday school I’d walk the block and a half downtown to the Millard County Courthouse in Fillmore, Utah, where my father worked as the county clerk. I loved the symmetrical purple brick building in the center of Fillmore’s Main Street. 



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Toward a Mormon Theology of God the Mother



Dialogue 27.2 (Summer 1994): 15–40
It would seem that Mormons who have believed for over a hundred years in the real existence of the Goddess, the Mother in Heaven, should be far ahead of other Christians in developing a theology of God the Mother. However, our belief in her as a real person puts us at a disadvantage. If the Goddess is merely a symbol of deity, as the male God is also a symbol, then certainly God can be pictured as either male or female with equal validity.



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Fiction

Faith, Hope, and Charity



It seems to me that the whole difficulty of our friendship was reflected in our names. It wasn’t that we had feuding surnames—certainly no Capulets and Montagues—but in fact the conflict was more fundamental because…



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Letters to the Editor

Poetry

His Sermon



He says there’s very little truth 
in the world 
and he can’t wait to go out, 
preach, and spread his own— 
like he has the corner on it. 



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Going Dark



            To escape from pursuers 
I flee to the car, 
gun the gas down the highway. 
            They’re on my tail. 



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Marcus



It is not that I miss you now 
but I miss it—when I 
swallowed your finger the first night 
and restrained myself in deference to 



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Beautiful Naked Women



Beautiful naked women turn up all over, 
in California they hide behind redwoods, 
in Paris they picnic on the grass. 
My doctor sends me a postcard of a plump nude



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Reviews