Sally Didn’t Sleep Here
March 26, 2018“Sally snores,” says Ed, and I sink into my shoulders and smile uncomfortably at Gemma and Frank on the couch. “I don’t snore,” I say defensively. “I don’t even sleep.” “Ho,” answers Ed. He leans…
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The Woman of Christlike Love
March 26, 2018Into her brownies she sifts sunshine
into a day she irons the clear scent of giving.
Our Big Fat Temple Weddings: Who’s In. Who’s Out. And How We Get Together
March 26, 2018The popular film My Big Fat Greek Wedding suggests that ethnic families will flood pell mell into any space provided by a family member who announces she or he is getting married. In the case…
Belonging
March 26, 2018I am part of the usual Gospel Doctrine “crowd,” and although I’m not one of those folks who can sleep upright in a metal chair, I have refrained from being an active participant in the…
Almost Pentecostal
March 26, 2018Mrs. Robinson sang in the choir.
In the church, my face, my husband’s,
and one other white couple on the stage.
Mind, Body, and the Boundary Waters
March 26, 2018As I eased myself behind the wheel of my car in early spring 1994,1 was exhausted. I had been on campus all day teaching and consulting with students and had just finished teaching a three-hour…
Grandpa’s Visit
March 26, 2018My husband’s parents, Grandma and Grandpa Hanks, live in Utah and come to visit our family in Michigan every summer. We all look forward to their visits, especially our children. Grandpa is pleasant and takes…
A Motherless House
March 26, 2018I live in a Motherless house,
A broken home.
How it happened I cannot learn.
First, Mothers and Children: A Postscript to “Moving Zion Southward, Parts I & II”
March 26, 2018In “Moving Zion Southward, Part II,” I noted that from 1985-2000, average LDS church cash donations to humanitarian aid were $20 million annually.[1] An “alert reader,” as Dave Barry would say, has pointed out that…
Being a Mormon Woman or “Am I Not a Woman and a Sister?” . . . Isn’t That Enough?
March 26, 2018I have been a conscious Christian all my life, although defining what “Christian” means is problematic. You could say I was “born again,” but that comes on like too much evangelical bad breath. Let’s just…