On 4 January 1990, police following a tip dug a family of five from a common grave in a barn in Kirtland, Ohio. Dennis and Cheryl Avery and their three young daughters, hands, feet, and…
Readers of L. Kay Gillespie’s exposition about Utah’s unforgiven should find it thought-provoking—at times, disturbingly so. The picture he paints here is of Utah’s darkest side: the deliberate brutishness and ugliness on both sides of…
Dialogue 25.3 (Fall 1992): 197–198
RLDS Church Archivist Ronald E Romig expected The Founding Prophet: An Administrative Biography of Joseph Smith, Jr. to be exclusively about Joseph Smith. Instead Maurice L. Draper who was both a member of the RLDS Quroum of the Twelve Apostles and the First Presidency, focused more on different adminstrative situations in the RLDS church.
Thomas G. Alexander, professor of history at Brigham Young University and prominent scholar of Mormon studies, has completed his long-awaited biography of Wilford Woodruff. An important nineteenth-century Mormon leader, Woodruff served as fourth president of the Church of…
Annette Hampshire’s Mormonism in Conflict: The Nauvoo Years is simultaneously refreshing and exasperating. To her credit, Hampshire strives for a degree of methodological and theoretical rigor that has been sadly absent in most Mormon historiography.…
Religious conflict, dissent, and schism rarely have been examined in a critical, balanced, and systematic fashion. Social order, harmony, cooperation, and conformity commonly are considered normal, desirable, and good; while social change, conflict, competition, and…
In five short years Judith Freeman has established herself as a serious contender in the arena of American fiction. Her first major work was a collection of short stories, Family Attractions, published by Viking Penguin…
The boy liked to visit his Polish grandparents in their small, brick bungalow just around the corner from the parish church. The neigh borhood was clean, orderly. Almost everyone was Polish or Irish, and everyone…
When Aunt Iona died in August, I was glad I didn’t have to visit the nursing home anymore. Iona was my great-aunt, my long-dead Grandma’s sister. I loved her, of course, but when I heard…
The flashing red lights, which transposed the familiar objects of our yard into illusionary images, seemed no stranger than the events of the evening. Three hours earlier we’d been a happily pregnant couple. Now we…