The Meadow
March 23, 2018[…] behind a split-rail fence. “It’s beautiful,” my dad said. “It’s for sale. If we had money we’d buy it.” And we climbed the fence and wandered that acre of wildflowers and ferns, ate fried […]
[…] behind a split-rail fence. “It’s beautiful,” my dad said. “It’s for sale. If we had money we’d buy it.” And we climbed the fence and wandered that acre of wildflowers and ferns, ate fried […]
[…] (Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1967). Joseph Smith Jr. et al., History of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, edited by B. H. Roberts, 6 vols. (Salt Lake City: Deseret News Press, 1902-12), 1:253.
In 1989, the Primary Association released a new songbook for Mormondom’s children, its first since 1969. Evaluating it for a professional hymnody publication, one reviewer commented: “This handsome volume’s 8V2 x 11” pages exude […]
[…] be dealt with by the several States. Power to deal with it should be conferred on the National Government” Theodore Roosevelt, “Sixth Annual Message to Congress,” December 3, 1906. Retrieved in October 2004 from http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/showdoc.php?id=749&type=lckpresidenf=26.
[…] hung up the phone with the frown of a man who just learned his car was $ 3,000 sicker than he thought. “I don’t know why I should worry myself about the water on […]
[…] Word has gone forth that when all is done, / the last shall be first forever” ( 6). Lula Greene Richards was Utah’s first woman journalist, officially called by Brigham Young to be the […]
[…] glass case and handing it to me. He was a kind man. I knew everything I would buy with my hundred-dollar prize. Searching the racks, shelves, and glass-enclosed cases, I had the prices memorized. […]
[…] home?” “Yes.” “Telegram,” he said. I walked back through the house to the kitchen. Mother was standing over the sink, washing the lunch dishes. “I thought you’d gone back to school,” she said. “Hurry […]
[…] Summer and Trisha, she accepts her body just the way it is and has no desire to buy into Babylonian sexonomics. Pedro begins to suffer the adverse effects of living in a Nietzschean power […]
We’re in Ogden, Utah, on the second day of May, heading home to Orem after a Sunday afternoon with grandchildren. Carol is driving south on Washington Boulevard passing low business buildings whose shadows are […]