[…] won’t survive.” Two blastocysts in my gut. Two blastocysts dying in the lab. 4 blastocysts = 1 human being. But now it’s too late. I am crying before I am off the phone with […]
Lucy hated arguing with her companion in public, even though they argued in English so most people couldn’t understand what they were saying, and those who did could probably care less. They didn’t argue often,…
[…] and confidence in the writings of Esdras is unshaken; they breathe forth the same spirit, morals, and design for which I first embraced Mormonism.” He denounced that first embrace, however, calling the gatherings to […]
[…] post-Manifesto marriage had been approved by Church authorities. The memories and comments of these two individuals gave human faces to numbers of people whose names I knew only from diaries and other documents. Another […]
[…] brings to the forefront the LDS view of the “plan of salvation” or the grand panorama of human existence—what happened before mortality, why human beings are in this world, how one should act during […]
[…] the worldly cachet of Benson’s secular activities. For Benson, the cooperative movement tapped the very best of human nature, blending in mutually beneficial ways the principles of freedom and self-reliance that he believed found […]
[…] his autobiography that his mother’s love infused him “with a propensity to affirm and take pleasure in human beings rather than to injure or begrudge them.” A noted writer, he is also an editor […]
[…] skin and scream. What did this man want, some kind of validation of his worth as a human being? A friendly, sympathetic sounding board? What? A service had been rendered and paid for, a […]
The Widower Eric W Jepson Four years had passed since Mary had died; Torrance still wasn’t comfortable dating and yet here he was, getting married. Five years with Mary may have been too short, but…
Tregan Weaver was driving home from Madison High in his little black CRX on the first warm day of spring in Rexburg, Idaho. The trees along Main Street were in blossom, the lawns were turning…