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Hymn

Lately I can’t get over the feeling that there is a man in my bed: a big man with thick, wavy hair and a broad, barrel chest that goes up-and down, up-and-down all night long…

Birthday Dreaming

Sixty-four years ago my grandmother was shifting in her sleep, admiring her growing belly with gentle hands, welcoming the October nightfall that enclosed her like prayer. That’s how pregnancy is, ordinary things move on without…

C. Thomas Asplund: Quiet Pilgrim

I am not a historian. But my limited exposure to the discipline tells me that writing history involves arriving at definitions of “eras,” “cultures,” and “movements.” In my work in literary theory, I have been…

Lily Foot

Did I hold the tiny Chinese shoe
or simply gaze at it 
encased in museum glass 
in the old mining town 

A Saint for All Seasons

As Sterling McMurrin put it, “Every religion needs a saint, and Lowell Bennion is Mormonism’s saint.” Why does a church need a saint? People need a flesh and blood example, a person who has attained…