The River Rerun
October 25, 2018[…] used to come to this part of the lake—they went to the other side on the flat beaches near the road to Boulder City. Here the sand slopes onto the beach, and families have […]
[…] used to come to this part of the lake—they went to the other side on the flat beaches near the road to Boulder City. Here the sand slopes onto the beach, and families have […]
[…] and she let the page blur in front of her and saw instead herself, on a rocky beach, wading in and around the cliffs, climbing up to try to sun, and seeing something red […]
[…] They came down the street slowly—twelve of them, their soft bulbous heads the size and shape of beachballs glowing of their own accord. They had one great eye, yellow irised, with a black hole […]
[…] smoke given for the greater good. *** In her fourth session in a semi-private lanai on the beach, she was naked under a soft white sheet. Waves crashing against the cascade of black volcanic […]
[…] at the time, remembers that as her mother read, she would periodically cry out, “That’s right!” In Manhattan, Susan Brownmiller, single and a freelance writer, found herself on every page. “The Feminine Mystique changed […]
Bobbie wants to marry me again. Fourteen months now I’ve been pointing out the kids, our wedding pictures, our marriage certificate. Gosh, I even show him the mail—”Mr. and Mrs. Robert Franklin,” right there on…
[…] New Views of Mormon History, 273-303; Dian Saderup and William Cottam, “Living Histories: Selected Biographies from the Manhattan First Ward,” Dialogue: A Journal of Mormon Thought 25 (Winter 1992): 58-79. Dean R. Louder, “Canadian […]