[…] pocket of her silken beige robe. This everstone, her portable connection to the network, includes her work, news from the city, and communication with her loved ones. She reviews what is written within, her […]
[…] the full influence of the Holy Ghost in my life, be spiritual, which had to be earned. Breaking off the last few pieces of the dead branch, I flipped them over the ledge. Then […]
[…] looked after herself all her life—managed her own money, traveled once to Hawaii alone, once to the World’s Fair in New York, recognized and countered the ploys of those out to trick her. She […]
I suppose we all share the same space at one time or another. One can search out these spaces, as I have. Outside Paris I spent an afternoon mulling about in Malmaison, Napoleon and […]
[…] for renewed residence at your institution. As your records will show, my father is a veteran of World War I, drafted and serving stateside for six months before that war’s close. • Shortly after […]
[…] this assignment, child? I mean, Sarah the first has near half a billion real children populating the world she and Abraham made together, with well over a billion spirit kids just waiting to go. […]
[…] around the women; she kissed the men. She fairly danced from a crushed paper cup to a newspaper in flight. “Faith without works is dead,” I thought, thinking I would have shared the scripture […]
[…] calico dresses, green polka dot slippers, magenta silk, peacock hues swirling around the Mormon women—especially around the English converts. There was a whole world of greens and blues and purples outside his door, and […]
[…] while she sewed or baked. He helped her know when to turn her fields, and brought her news from town. His wife sent with him recipes and sometimes freshly baked pies or biscuits, so […]
[…] like the elders did. A few days after our baptism, Allen and Johnson came by with the news that they had rented a house where they could live and hold meetings. Mother asked them […]