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Grandpa and the Petrified Oysters

Whenever I visited my grandparents, I always knew where to check for Granddad. As a means of escaping household routine, he maintained a remote kingdom, a long shed deep in the interior of the backyard…

Coming Out of the Evolution Closet

Dialogue 34.4 (Winter 2002): 143–145
Sometimes, I seem to be the only person in the entire church who
knows that it’s okay to believe in evolution and still be a faithful, believ￾ing Mormon.

The Passing Lane

Through the glow 
of dashboard lights 
reflected in the glass, 
I watch a plow drop its blade 
and scrape the ice, 
knicking the blacktop.