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“A Matter of Love”: My Life with Dialogue

God sometimes seems to me quite unreasonable. I’ve thought so especially at times when it appears that the one gift he has clearly given me, the gift of dialogue, is also a source of pain…

Joseph and Son

The shop smelled of wood’s death-scent 
released, by the carpenter’s skill, 
in the spring breeze: nature 
spread across the afternoon 

Dialogue’s Coming of Age

DIALOGUE: A JOURNAL OF MORMON THOUGHT begins both its twentieth volume and its twenty-first year with the publication of this issue. Launched in 1966 as a daring and earnest effort to transform the serious conversation of…

Wild Sage

I sit here by my gate, sniffing the stalk of sage in my hand, and wonder about the leaves drifting down on me. They float past my eyes and settle on my folded legs. Summer…

Meditations on the Heavens

On the night of 16 November 1985, Halley’s Comet was said to be visible just to the right of the Seven Sisters, the Pleiades, in the eastern sky. That night, ten of us from the…

Sons

New grain, you are comely; 
Long, straight, supremely vernal. 
Standing in Earth’s sun 
Unashamed green, 
You sway. 

“No More Strangers and Foreigners”

As I look back on more than sixty years in the Church, two changes stand out as being most significant: I have seen my church permit all worthy male members to hold the priesthood, and…

A Celebration of Sisterhood

I recently completed a short season of speaking at Mormon women’s conferences, largely related to Relief Society. I do not do this as a professional speaker. I don’t sell books, and (at the moment) I…