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.
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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…
The Middle Path, Colorized
March 26, 2018The usual iconography failed me.
My mother thumb-tacked
a cardboard print above my crib;
my age of reason came early.
On Being a Mormon Woman
March 26, 2018Last weekend, I traveled to California to attend the graduation of my youngest child and only daughter, Megan, from UC Berkeley. She graduated with honors in sociology, a true personal triumph for her. Also graduating…
“Dear Brethren” — Claiming a Voice in the Church
March 26, 2018In the several decades in which I have heard LDS women discuss “women’s issues” as they pertain to the church, I have found it remark able how much fear there is among so many to…
Pioneers
March 26, 2018My people were Mormon pioneers.
Is the blood still good?
They stood in awe as truth
Flew by like a dove
And dropped a feather in the West.
Where truth flies you follow
If you are a pioneer.