Dialogue 28.4 (Winter 1995): 31–55In many respects the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints of the 1960s mirrored the general tumult, if not the details, of the larger American society.
[…] a few seconds and then leaps boldly to her feet. A horrified hush falls like a pall over the festivities. After an excessive number of throat-clearings, the bishop apologetically explains that he means to […]
[…] Mustang out on the freeway at ninety miles an hour to crash into the big square cement overpass supports near the American Fork exit, a note in his shirt pocket. But he imagined himself […]
[…] up her kids. She had loved to talk about me too, when she was herself. I once overheard her say to my ex, “Why couldn’t you have married a real woman? Patti Toledo would […]
[…] other nuggets of conventional wisdom, was ostensibly directed at me, but she always cast a squinty glance over her sewing glasses at Uncle Jack as she said it. Uncle Jack didn’t let it bother […]
[…] brown waters pulsing through limestone and sandstone layers gouged out before it learned manners from the g overnment and Glen Canyon Dam. “She don’t give a hot sheep shit,” sings Terrill, oaring to his […]
[…] signing up; but before I could make a determination, this marvelous and wonderful leader turned the time over to those who had brought friends. First, a housewife shuffled up to the pulpit, wrenched the […]
[…] before 5:30.” “I’m afraid he’ll be late.” “He’s never late when he comes home teaching.” “He might oversleep.” “He’ll be here. And things are going well so far.” “Is Dad dressed yet?” “He’s in […]
[…] her recurring, only slightly sexy fantasy involving herself and Elder George A’Deau watching the sun come up over the Atlantic and a returning carrier battle group bound for Norfolk Naval Base. The female form, […]
[…] paddy was a field of lush green. When the heavy grains of rice made the stalks bend over, it was time for harvest: the rice was threshed out by machine, chaff fed to animals, […]