A Conversation About Mormonism
July 29, 2024[…] of people I desire to be with. They’re the kind of people with whom I want to share a community of love as well as a community of conviction. I believe the Mormons, bound […]
[…] of people I desire to be with. They’re the kind of people with whom I want to share a community of love as well as a community of conviction. I believe the Mormons, bound […]
[…] my son that they would come the next day at 11 a.m. My son said the person spoke English, so I prepared a meal for them and waited that Saturday. When someone rang our doorbell, […]
[…] a fire” (4). Sottile never forgot the story. She followed the girl’s life as she appeared in news stories—first as a teenager raising money for animal shelters in nearby Post Falls and then as […]
[…] and more. Morris takes a bit of belief, fully manifests it within the story, and reshapes the world to accommodate the miraculous elements. Once a reader taps into the ways Morris plays with narrative […]
[…] to publish the first ever photo reprint of it. Neither the Salt Lake Tribune nor the Deseret News would advertise it. Too hot. It is impossible to read Lighthouse without having a deep sense of […]
[…] today as a collective demonstration of their faith and love for you. What I am here to share with you is my time. My job right now is detangling deaconess, at one with the […]
[…] have developed a conventional language of certainty: like the “I know that . . .” when we share our testimonies. We seem to take that same approach in artistic work, where we want it […]
[…] Mormons. Contrary to Olsen’s charges, the problem with categorizing polygamists as “Mormons” for those who do not share the prejudice he condemns is legality and practicality rather than hypocrisy and intolerance. At least since […]
[…] asking again and again and again. I wonder if my body and spirit, because of their connectedness, share experiences. Does my spirit encounter a similar type of dysmorphia that my body does? In reflection, […]
[…] car accident often, mostly to my son, who survived it with barely a scratch. He and I share the experience of knowing it happened, knowing the story by heart, loving the story, and feeling, […]