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March 22, 2018[…] to bow to the girl before you asked her for a dance. We learned the waltz and fox trot; but we were not allowed to hold the girls close, which was something I didn’t […]
[…] to bow to the girl before you asked her for a dance. We learned the waltz and fox trot; but we were not allowed to hold the girls close, which was something I didn’t […]
[…] some money and get out of… and come for you.” But the only thing that made the news sting a little less to Mary was the promise of summer visits. And Mary’s promise to […]
If we simply open our eyes and look about us, it would seem that Amos got it wrong. In societies insulated by affluence, where life runs in routine and moves by diversion, it is […]
[…] other-delusion, folly, and even chicanery.” Friedman sets her review of Refiner’s Fire in the context of periodic news stories focusing on sensational or outrageous aspects of Mormonism: the Mark Hofmann forgeries and murders, for instance, […]
[…] had seen when she was pregnant with the boy. Four times Tall Man performed the ritual of breaking the animal effigies and burying the halves in the desert. The boy was cured. Evans confesses, […]
[…] flower in his lapel. He was smiling. Bob handed the photograph back to Mrs. Spears. “Yes, ma’ am, I guess they do.” “You’re certainly a fine-looking young man. The army must have been a […]
[…] Mormon. I soon tangled myself up in questions about what it means to “be” anything: I “ am” a woman, a Mormon, an American, a docent at a public garden, a master gardener, a […]
[…] my five-year-old daughter Emily. She had been created by new genetic techniques developed by their powerful company and they insisted, “Her place will be great in the new world order.” Over the last few […]
[…] printed version or the PDFs provided online and on JSTOR. George Chauncey, Why Marriage? The History Shaping Today’s Debate over Marriage Equality (New York: Basic Books, 2005). David Brooks, “The Power of Marriage,” New […]
[…] I looked at my watch. It was a little after one. Sandrine snuggled against me again. “I am going to transfer to the forestry program at the University of Washington,” I said. “Or maybe […]