The Sweetness of Certain Things
April 18, 2018[…] houses whose front doors opened onto the side walk. The only distinguishing mark was a brass pla que next to the door: Iglesia de Jesucristo de los Santos de los Ultimos Dias. Carlton gave […]
[…] houses whose front doors opened onto the side walk. The only distinguishing mark was a brass pla que next to the door: Iglesia de Jesucristo de los Santos de los Ultimos Dias. Carlton gave […]
[…] bits and the honeymoon cottage won’t cut it?” Willy asked her. “Does this cottage open onto the beach?” she asked. “Does it have cable TV?” “Mice and an outhouse,” said Cowboy. “A bucket for […]
[…] Spanish and offer of money, the driver paused before responding. “No joven, nada. Cuidate, no mas. Y que te vayas con Dios.” Steven smiled and nodded. He hadn’t heard that expression in some time […]
[…] This was not Puerto Periasco or some other little tourist town where you could lounge on the beach and barter for cheap souvenirs and sip your virgin margaritas on a veranda overlooking a tranquil […]
[…] snow-capped mountains; fertile valleys; lush, sprawling forests; pure, pristine lakes and streams; deep-blue oceans with white, sandy beaches; magnificent sandstone formations; but no waste land. During his mortal probation, Kim had lived in Utah. […]
The question of hum an sexuality and how it shall be interpreted and incorporated into life is one that every comprehensive philosophy of life must cope with. My strong conviction of this grows partly […]
Let’s see. This morning—since you’ve been gone— I’ve taken a walk on the beach, naming And naming and naming, until I can name no more. Comber, anemone, crab. Will these do? I talk to […]
[…] how the Book of Mormon originated. Joseph declined, saying: “It was not intended to tell the world all the particulars of the coming forth of the Book of Mormon.” His pat answer—which he repeated […]
These are fragments of myself playing at being fragments of myself and they will become fragmented themselves as like me they become themselves. But then all things explode, nothing is, all things become, not […]
The ancients of light radiating wisdom on wings of eagles break through the sky in a surge of compassion: In the Milestones section of Time Magazine a few cramped words: “Died, Harold B. Lee, […]