[…] and to explore theological possibilities. In doing this, I have purposely mixed voices, approaches, and tones to form a circular and mythic mosaic of past, present, and future which still, I hope, moves in […]
[…] on my way to the Garfield Community Center in the Central District to take a skills test for a City job as a cashier. “Please help me to—” Stop it, Ron, I told myself. […]
[…] this storm has sent me wild.” “Apologies aren’t necessary,” Gerard said congenially. “It is a fine night for carousing. However, if you are searching for a bar, you have a way to go. You […]
[…] too. I could have insisted on wearing them, but that would have made a lot more work for the nurses, so I didn’t. My wife fretted, but I patted her hand and said, “Don’t […]
[…] ago. Back then, Mom, Dad, and nine Feldsted kids had spilled out of a van big enough for a reform school. Dad had cornered Kevin, man to man, and pulled out his wallet. Mom […]
In January, 1863, when Union fortunes were low in the Civil War, the governor of the self-proclaimed State of Deseret (Utah) sent these words to the legislature of that quasi-government: This body of men […]
[…] I joined the L.D.S. Church. In the thirteen years since, I have developed great affection and respect for some Mormon country people. They are my friends. No, I haven’t grown to love messiness, but […]
[…] bad, economically, in Europe and particularly in England. In Utah, as in most developing economies, the need for human resources was high. Emigration committees were formed and funds collected and pooled to assist the […]
Thus Clinton Larson in an interview published in Dialogue for Autumn 1969. Dr. Larson, whom Karl Keller has described as the first “Mormon poet,” also affirmed a hope that “If . . . literary […]
[…] been written by our assistant book review editor, who is the Archivist and Manuscripts Librarian at Stan ford University; on a selective basis, he has used as his main source the bibliography Mormon Americana, […]