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Tying Flowers into Knots

Mirrors tell only the truth, or so they say. And tonight as I stare at my image in the glass, I think I look the same as always: for the past five years I’ve worn…

The Home Dance: Hugh Nibley among the Hopi

Hugh Nibley lives in a world of serendipity. As his son-in-law and intended biographer, I have discovered that, time and time again, he has miraculously avoided some catastrophe or dropped in on some fortunate eventuality.…

Drinking Blue Milk

I have often heard of the lesson with the milk and the ink drop: Sister Smith drips, almost tenderly, the midnight blue ink into the whiteness. I have never seen it done, but I think…

Creations: Mississippi

Adam, I know, 
came from this red clay. 

I am ever created 
of dust.

The Glory of God? Education and Orthodoxy in Mormonism

I begin with a paradox. Sociologists of religion have found that religious orthodoxy tends to decline with educational attainment. However, among Mormons religiosity actually tends to increase with education.  This is paradoxical because Mormonism apparently…

Multiply and Replenish

Adam’s sperm number 
one hundred million per cubic centimeter,
hope he can comply with God’s command. 

The Spirit of ’76

We are nothing but matter, configured into a mass of atoms, configured into molecules, and locked irrefutably into a predetermined arrangement of cells by their genetic codes that link us billions of years to the…

Sesquicentennial Pioneer Commemoration Speech

My grandpa Walker Reynolds was a pioneer, too, with a Brigham beard.
Mom says he loved pickles, and dancing music. 
Last time we saw him, Grandma said, “It’s time to hug goodbye,”
and all I could think is how Grandpa’s