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Letters to the Editor

Steven Orton, Remembering Dialogue
Gary Hernandez, Thoughts on Dialogue
Michael E. McDonald, Scriptural Cosmology
Lane Twitchell, An Artist Declares His Independence
D. Michael Quinn, Filling Gaps and Responding to “Silences in Mormon History”

About the Artist: Allan West

The American-born Allan West has become widely respected for his pursuit of a traditional form in Japan. Raised in Washington, D.C., Allan served in the Okayama Japan mission during the early 1980s. In 1987, he…

Frau Rüster and the Cure for Cognitive Dissonance

When Elder Callister and I leaned our bikes against the fence at Hermann-Löns-Straße 9 and walked to the door, I had no idea that what was about to transpire would shape and anchor my soul…

Depression and the Brethren of the Priesthood

During the last few years, I have come to feel that, if I were in charge of Church jargon, we would get rid of the words blessings, rewards, punishments, and tests. In place of those words, we would begin using “lessons to be learned.” I have also come to believe that some venue, or arena, or, at least, some safe place should be available where members could voice their concerns—without guilt—about their distresses, their disappointments, and their frustrations at what is going on in their lives. 

The Diary of a Historian | Richard Lyman Bushman, On the Road with Joseph Smith

In 1945, Fawn McKay Brodie’s biography of Joseph Smith, No Man Knows My History, was published by Knopf. The book received critical acclaim, establishing Brodie’s career as a biographer. 

Nevertheless, the biggest natural market for a scholarly bio of the Prophet, members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, was much more restrained.

At the End of the Street Lies the Sky

At the end of the street lies the sky 
dressed in the purple magician’s robe 
of eventide and the winter storm. 
Tonight she sculpts stairs of ice and 

Sonnet to Japanese Spring

Spring has come to old Nippon! 
Standing on a hill I see 
Verdant valleys neatly sown, 
Stepped and terraced, and a bee 

Black Handkerchief

Lying on the table, 
he was as handsome 
as the day he had taken her 
through the veil.