In this episode of Dialogue Out Loud, fiction editors Joe Plicka and Ryan Shoemaker sit down with writer and editor Theric Jepson to talk about dreams, storytelling, and faith that shakes you. The conversation opens…
In this episode of Dialogue Out Loud, fiction editors Joe Plicka and Ryan Shoemaker sit down with writer and editor Theric Jepson to talk about dreams, storytelling, and faith that shakes you. The conversation opens…
“Pretty girls don’t buy cocaine,” Greta[1] says and laughs as she walks out the front door. My hands and face sting as I stand frozen in the entryway and hear her start the car. I’d…
Stonehenge was a disappointment. If we had shown up for the summer solstice, we could have touched the stones while watching the sun rise. However, that would have involved fighting our way through a crowd…
A family is a thing with edges. The edges can grow, shrink, smooth off, and get spikey and sharp. The changes that happen can be full of joy, sadness, loss, trauma, comfort, or strength. None…
Listen to an interview about this piece here. On February 27, 1961, two hundred British Singing Mothers, dressed in matching Utah-sewn white blouses and fashioning neat, short, curled hair, stood in tiers on the stage…
Listen to an interview about this piece here. Sometimes in the morning, I wake earlier than the others. I slip out of my room and sit down on that well-worn spot on the couch that…
Dear Sirs: I have been very interested in Dialogue since its beginning. Congratulations for a “job well done” in the face of tremendous obstacles. Particularly, I have admired the broad coverage you have given the…
Dear Brother Price,
In view of the message regarding Dialogue’s possible demise after this year, which we received with our last issue, it seemed appropriate to include some of my feelings along with our renewal. Although our financial situation doesn’t allow us to become Dialogue Associates, we are sending a gift sub scription and enclosing a token donation.
My first reaction to Mr. Christmas and Mr. Driggs was to hurry back to my essay to see if I had really said those things. I seemed to be hearing myself through a kind of…