Field Walking
March 16, 2018Jennifer is a mother of three —Sadie in high school, Carson in middle school, Jordan in elementary—which means weekdays start at 6:00 A.M. and quickly unspool, devolving into a mad scramble of showers and […]
Jennifer is a mother of three —Sadie in high school, Carson in middle school, Jordan in elementary—which means weekdays start at 6:00 A.M. and quickly unspool, devolving into a mad scramble of showers and […]
[…] three daughters; second, my role as founder, in 2010, of a non-profit organization, the Mormon Women Project, which publishes stories of faithful Latter-day Saint women from around the world; and third, a twelve-year career […]
In one of the most beautiful songs ever written on the Low Countries, the Belgian chansonnier Jacques Brel sang about his flat motherland: “Where men are dwarfs under the heaven, with cathedrals as their […]
Dead. The rose bushes, the dogwood, the spirea, and the green spreading yews, all dead: the entire hillside, a dusty memorial to her beautiful yard. The dry leaves crumbled between Mary’s fingers and fell […]
[…] There are two trays of prescription bottles next to the cigarettes, one for Buddy, one for Barb —hers probably for depression, anxiety, sleeplessness, maybe back pain—her usual complaints. Dan is at the kitchen door. […]
1886 When Darby turned fifteen, his mother Cora said if he didn’t make up his mind to accept Jesus pretty soon, it would be too late. She said he had to make the choice […]
[…] event is current. Kate’s work with Ordain Women started two years ago, her excommunication came last month —its effects are being felt in a huge way tonight as I write this letter. First, you […]
One could talk or write about environment and human effects on it at several scales from, for example, just cleaning up the place to mass conversion of landscapes and acidification of lakes. It seem to me that no discussion about life on earth as we know it is complete without at least a reference to the environment.
[…] were home.” I lied. In November, Reed sent a practically illegible postcard. He was always sending postcards —from Istanbul, Mumbai, Munich, Hong Kong—all written in a sharp, hurried scrawl. Let’s get together over Christmas, […]
[…] confused about the charges. “Evidently you had a photograph appear in the Daily Universe?” he asked. Someone —no doubt one of our worried competitors—had seen our Universe photo and turned us in because our […]