Miscarriage
April 12, 2018[…] images flashed in my mind of dried-up people, withered like the lawns and gardens in the record- breaking summer drought. My second-grade teacher, Mrs. Chapman, sat in the same chair every day, her once-imposing […]
[…] images flashed in my mind of dried-up people, withered like the lawns and gardens in the record- breaking summer drought. My second-grade teacher, Mrs. Chapman, sat in the same chair every day, her once-imposing […]
[…] your thoughts—for ye have desired that ye might bring the souls of men unto me while the world shall stand,” and because of this, “Ye shall not have pain while ye shall dwell in […]
[…] but said it way too much. “You look better, Charles. Doesn’t Charles look better? How is Charles today? Better?” Dad decided he was going to let me live with Mom. He called it a […]
[…] of sight again. “There’s no such thing as a coach and four in this part of the world,” she muttered, nevertheless leaning against the sill and waiting for another lull in the storm. So […]
[…] amazement numbered only three of each). Faith called my attention to a French pot and an old world menorah. When I returned to the peaceful barren quiet of my apartment, I had four books, […]
[…] didn’t want to talk to us. ‘Go away,’ she said. ‘Can’t you see I have a trouble today?’ I told her about the power the priesthood has for healing the sick. Then she let […]
[…] I refused him on all counts. After a month, my wife told me she’d heard I was breaking the Word of Wisdom while she was in the temple. “It’s herbal.” “That’s not what I […]
[…] and whose ideas they would think ir relevant to just about anything. I lived in a different world—a world without the Reader’s Digest, a world devoid of talk-show hosts, a world filled with grandiose ideas, […]
[…] way your hand moves to catch a ball. If God didn’t answer prayers, I thought, then the world was a lie, but that couldn’t be true because I was kneeling on it. I could […]
[…] attacked the remaining foot, pumping her elbows as if trying to eradicate every Satanic stain in the world. Damp snail curls of hair clung to her forehead and cheeks. Even after she switched to […]