[…] introduce Joseph Smith as a man who claimed to be a prophet of God to the general reading public. As an introductory work, it serves an appropriate purpose and is essentially accurate. The reader’s […]
[…] young Swede who had arrived in Frandsenville just a month earlier and didn’t speak a word of English laid on his back on the scaffolding for two weeks, painting each tree of the Sacred […]
[…] how?” he asked. He’d never thought of her as blind. She passed so well in the seeing world, never using a stick or a service dog. He’d always thought she must be only partially […]
[…] room and down the foyer steps. “Dr. Jensen is a wonderful man. We need more in the world like him. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for the Church.” “No, I guess there isn’t.” […]
[…] “You got to eat the trout you caught,” Allie says. She’s a little sore that he didn’t share. “Yeah, I guess that’s leaving the canyon in some form,” says Mike. The groover bags are […]
[…] vivid yellow braid draped casually over his vestments. Then, standing at the altar, he intoned a few English phrases, his head bowed. The congregation murmured its reply. There was no Latin spoken here. Marsha […]
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[…] kept flies and their sticky feet out of their dinner — there was much too little to share. And he prevented the moths from gumming up their lantern. Many things were good about Karl’s […]
[…] had become hoarse, unfinished, a foghorn of complaint: some jock-hating paranoid had given him a D in English, his blue pullover had been put in the dryer and now it was too tight, where […]
[…] promised. As soon as this lie was over, we’d start again. Never, ever, would there be a breaking of this promise. And that’s when the leaves started to fall. While I sat in the […]