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Articles/Essays

Book of Mormon Stories That My Teachers Kept From Me



Dialogue 24.4 (Winter 1993):15–50
n fact, it may be no more than a kind of perversity that brings me to admit what I will tell you now, namely, that when it comes to the Book of Mormon, that most correct of books, whose pedigree we love passionately to debate and whose very namesakes we have, all of us, become, I stand mostly with Mark Twain.



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Fiction

They Did Go Forth



Tildy Elizabeth sat by the cradle, Book of Mormon open on her knee. One hand rocked absently while the other traced in painful concentration the small print, dim in the yellow lamplight. Some time ago…



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Letters to the Editor

Notes

My Ghosts



When I was twenty and dewy-eyed, I visited Auschwitz. I found ghosts there. The red bricks of the camp were gritty with the black soot which was all that remained of four million people, gassed…



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Personal Voices

A Jew Among Mormons



In the fall of 1990, I was asked to speak to an undergraduate honors seminar at Utah State University about being a Jew among Mor mons. I warned the student assigned the task of recruiting…



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Fatherless Child



As I stood in the receiving line at my daughter’s wedding last May, a neighbor drew me aside.  “Have you seen Janet recently?” she asked, referring to her eldest, unmarried daughter.  “No,” I said.  “Well,…



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Hallelujah!



I took my violin and my music from the back of the car and listened to my heels tap on the asphalt as I walked across the parking lot. It was an icy December night,…



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Poetry

The Hero Woman



When the days drag on like TV reruns,
The Hero Woman conies. 
She walks in with long strides from the hips.
She keeps her eyes on the horizon. 



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