About the Artist: Lee Udall Bennion
March 20, 2018Lee Udall Bennion and her husband, Joseph Bennion, both descend from a long line of pioneers. They live in Spring City, a Utah village, where Lee paints and Joe makes pottery, which he fires in…
Lee Udall Bennion and her husband, Joseph Bennion, both descend from a long line of pioneers. They live in Spring City, a Utah village, where Lee paints and Joe makes pottery, which he fires in…
Dear Readers, This journal completes Levi Peterson’s twenty-volume editorship of Dialogue. I have had the privilege of chairing the board in both his first and last years and welcome this chance to say thank you…
Little did I know that when I was contemplating having a second child that I would be blessed with a very challenging, incurable neurological mystery. I didn’t know that there would be so many sleepless…
There is no way to describe the day-to-day anxiety associated with being connected to an autistic life. The first time I held Gregory I felt an impression from God that said he was lucky to have Amy and me as parents. I was embarrassed by that impression then, but now it is all I can hang on to. Everything around me makes me feel otherwise.
When I received my copy of Coke Newell’s On the Road to Heaven, my first impressions of the book could not help but be influenced by the critical praise from Richard Bushman on the book’s…
The tree pronounced dead last fall
dresses the sky in a green cloud
as it answers a subterranean call.
The struggling sun parts the shroud
We want to know
What is on
The other side.
Diaspora/diaspora
Ours in theirs,
Or theirs in ours?
“How about a quick swim?” Carolyn asked, pointing to a lighted swimming pool glimmering through the fence of a large apartment complex on North Temple. Norman smiled and continued to drive. “I’m serious,” Carolyn said.…
Dialogue 41.4 (Winter 2008): 121–147
In this essay, I shall begin by describing what we can learn about our Mother in Heaven from the scriptures. I then will draw from those descriptions some (very modest) suggestions for how we might actually worship, or at least honor, Her in ways that should not be considered offensive or heterodox by traditionalists. This essay is therefore a little exercise in religion-making. It is my hope that I will be able to express my mediating thoughts in a way that will not be deemed offensive by those of either school of thought on the subject.