The successes of Operation Desert Storm hardly need to be mentioned. The media have joined forces with politicians to praise the superior fighting ability of the United States military, the diverse international coalition that was…
During the first few weeks of January this past year, I suspect the thoughts of most Americans seldom moved for very long from the subject of war. Most of us felt hopeful and fearful, stimulated…
They tell us now
That the darkness of space
Is what’s left over,
I took my violin and my music from the back of the car and listened to my heels tap on the asphalt as I walked across the parking lot. It was an icy December night,…
As I stood in the receiving line at my daughter’s wedding last May, a neighbor drew me aside. “Have you seen Janet recently?” she asked, referring to her eldest, unmarried daughter. “No,” I said. “Well,…
In the fall of 1990, I was asked to speak to an undergraduate honors seminar at Utah State University about being a Jew among Mor mons. I warned the student assigned the task of recruiting…
When the days drag on like TV reruns,
The Hero Woman conies.
She walks in with long strides from the hips.
She keeps her eyes on the horizon.
In the more than five years I have served as bishop of a singles’ ward, sexual transgression has been the most pervasive, persistent, and painful problem I have had to deal with. Scarcely a week…
The fields south of Salt Lake
Must be old.
From the air, in October,
They lie barren, empty,
When I was a child growing up in a Carbon County mining town in the 1920s, I would pass the Greek coffeehouses on Main Street after attending Greek school. Sitting inside were off-shift miners and…