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Mind, Body, and the Boundary Waters

As 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

My 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

I live in a Motherless house,
A broken home. 
How it happened I cannot learn. 

The Middle Path, Colorized

The 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

Last 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…

Pioneers

My 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. 

Midwest Pilgrims: We’re Still Here

Midwest Pilgrims is the result of a charge given the women at the Nauvoo women’s retreat held in 1982. It was to go back to their various geo graphical locations and organize similar gatherings. It…