[…] Rachel’s only child, Heber J. Grant, with whom she enjoyed a particularly close relationship, led the Church for twenty-seven years of the twentieth century, preaching and practicing the values he had learned from her. […]
[…] Saint Louis until sold to Chicago in 1863. Since I live in St. Louis County, I have for years, off and on—mainly off—addressed myself to the task of finding out more about the mummies/ […]
[…] to play with. And some, certainly my mother, would suggest that I am still growing up. Thus, for my own protection I suppose it would be best to argue that being Mormon — at […]
[…] it very hard. You call it ‘Dear John,’ no?” “Yes. I may get one too. Tracy is dating regularly. Maybe Tupambay is an unlucky place for missionaries.” “It will be a lucky place for […]
[…] uniquely Mormon approaches to the history of the world and the Church that could be particularly illuminating for all humankind, he ended with a brisk challenge capped with a brilliant inversion of a classical […]
[…] cases, controversies about LDS historical topics have spilled over into the national press. In the last generation, for example, disputes about the accuracy of Fawn Brodie’s No Man Knows My History and Juanita Brooks’s […]
[…] a gold miner, a Mormon missionary to the Sandwich Islands, a farmer and devoted family man, and, for over twenty years, as an ordinance worker in the St. George Temple. His extant diaries and […]
[…] scene and setting, often laconic and wry: “Pa was a messy washer. He needed a bigger dish, for one thing. He’d sozzle and slosh around—hands to elbow, and head all over, often wiping long […]
[…] . it isn’t a matter of reason; finally it’s a matter of love” (Robert Bolt, A Man for All Seasons, New York: Random House, 1962, p. 81). My problem, which I’m afraid I have […]
[…] sell books, and (at the moment) I have no causes to further. I don’t take any money for speaking to church groups, although, if going any distance, I expect to have my transportation paid. […]