Another Angel
April 20, 2018[…] one day was equal to a thousand years. Somebody was doing genealogy work and found a hundred-year-old newspaper on their doorstep one morning. Utah looks just like the Holy Land turned upside down, and […]
[…] one day was equal to a thousand years. Somebody was doing genealogy work and found a hundred-year-old newspaper on their doorstep one morning. Utah looks just like the Holy Land turned upside down, and […]
[…] limestone and sandstone layers gouged out before it learned manners from the government and Glen Canyon D am. “She don’t give a hot sheep shit,” sings Terrill, oaring to his own beat. “She don’t […]
[…] classrooms, and a “cultural hall.” But cheap. Plyboard and cinderblock. Once again, Max began counting the be ams in the ceiling. Counting helped pass the time. How many brush strokes to paint one panel, […]
[…] he said, returning to 2 Nephi. All these years and he still couldn’t let her inside. “Any news?” “Not really.” A bad sign. Usually she came home brimming with gossip. Silence meant she was […]
[…] almost another year, Dr. Sowby was attentive and protective toward Sam. He called Kören at home with news of research in Baltimore or a magazine article that promised a raised life expectancy of some […]
[…] while she sewed or baked. He helped her know when to turn her fields, and brought her news from town. His wife sent with him recipes and sometimes freshly baked pies or biscuits, so […]
[…] his writing. Here he stored back issues of Look, Life, National Geographic, Time, and the Utah Deseret News; here also were samples of rocks and ore he had collected during his prospecting days in the […]
[…] think, or Presbyterian—where I attended kindergarten when I was five years old. We—me and my friends, S amantha Barnes, Greg Ainsworth, and Brett Thueson—were all driving this white Dodge around the North Park, trying […]
[…] strings with ordinances and covered up non-actions for as long as he could. But when it c ame right down to it, it was bare-naked obvious: Right there in the middle of town there […]
[…] week, including Sunday—with an hour and a half off early Sunday morning to attend a small sacr ament service for Mormon tourists in the basement of the lodge. My scheduled day off each week […]