Miguel Aju
April 17, 2018Dust-whitened sandals kicked dirt into Miguel Aju’s mouth as he lay by the side of the road. He spat it out and groped for his bottle. Clutching it to him, he closed his eyes and…
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The Only Divinely Authorized Plan for Financial Success in This Life or the Next
April 18, 2018Thelm, the man is standing in his own way. If only he would get the vision of this thing. . . . See the potential, the tremendous opportunities. If he’d just drop those skeptical blinders…
The Interview
April 18, 2018Tom looked at the sweat shining in the palms of his hands. Wiping them on his slacks, he opened the door into the stake president’s office and sat in a chair against the wall. A…
Gifts of the Spirit
April 10, 2018Brother Rice, the first counselor, says the bishop thinks the young people might be more responsive to someone who, oh, speaks a little more their language. Then he smiles, hands me the Sunday school manual,…
Miscarriage
April 12, 2018When Aunt Iona died in August, I was glad I didn’t have to visit the nursing home anymore. Iona was my great-aunt, my long-dead Grandma’s sister. I loved her, of course, but when I heard…
Cordoba
April 3, 2018Mom moved up to Santa Barbara, and Dad started having girlfriends over. Ladyfriends, he called them. When I stayed home sick from school, I saw the ladyfriends leave for work. “How cute. Is this yours?”…
Sister Dallon Gets Tattooed
April 4, 2018Johnny take a walk With your sister the moon Let her pale light in To fill up your room You’ve been living underground Eating from a can You’ve been running away from what you don’t understand U2, “Mysterious Ways” Sister Alice Dallon…
Easter Service
April 7, 2018“The earth turns, the sun rises. It’s quite simple.” We turned towards the high peaks to the east—cold, and still smooth and clean with snow, the half-circle of rising sun warming our faces. I squinted…
Rapture
April 7, 2018Patty Lou sat on her green vinyl sofa, her legs crossed, and thumbed through the daily Brookhaven newspaper. She glanced over at Robert, her thirty-year-old grandson, sitting on the brown vinyl sofa, reading the Jackson…
Faith, Hope, and Charity
April 10, 2018It seems to me that the whole difficulty of our friendship was reflected in our names. It wasn’t that we had feuding surnames—certainly no Capulets and Montagues—but in fact the conflict was more fundamental because…