Symbols on Canvas
April 29, 2020Women. A subject that stirs my soul as I seek to navigate this dance of life. I have recently become even more aware of my own need for a community of women to help me…
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Fourteen Respites | Ashley Mae Hoiland, One Hundred Birds Taught Me to Fly: The Art of Seeking God
April 29, 2020One Hundred Birds Taught Me to Fly is the kind of work that becomes more radical with time. When I first read it years ago, I appreciated it. I liked its looseness and its light.…
Tipping the Scales: LDS Women and Power in Recent Scholarship
April 29, 2020How history is framed and whose stories are told by an institution reveals much about its paradigms and priorities. From a survey of the past few years of history and Mormon studies materials published about…
A Rising Generation: Women in Power in Young Adult Novels | Jo Cassidy, Good Girls Stay Quiet; Emily King, Before the Broken Star; Julie Berry, Lovely War
April 29, 2020In August 2019, a study by The Bookseller showed that in the United Kingdom, “children’s books account for just 4.9% of review space, despite making up a third of the market.”[1] While no such study…
When Was the Last Time You Read a Romance Novel? | Ilima Todd, A Song for the Stars.
April 29, 2020When was the last time you read a romance novel?
My answer does not count. I recently read three for the sole purpose of finding one to review, but the previous time was certainly before college.
The Nape of the Neck
April 29, 2020I was scheduled to be naked at ten in the morning on Saturday. This was a conflict with my uber-religious community and my lifetime of body shame. I drove to the studio anyway. The artist…
In the Garden of Babel
April 29, 2020Eldria is a technician on a team that has unlocked the secret to prayer. The learning machine has labored for years. It has uttered prayers both ancient and fresh, rote and random, then monitored weather…
Women’s Blessing
April 29, 2020It wasn’t a surprise
when they wrapped their hands
around my body like
chestnut leaves,
linen bindings,
tatted antimacassar lovingly draped,
I was never so finely adorned.
Issue of Blood
April 29, 2020Last night she lay in bed and read the men’s words while blood flowed
and spread like a petal, pooled and ached, red as stymied truth.
Every woman from twelve to sixty could have told them life is
mutable, if they would have asked her—a flutter, a gush, a
screaming love
Explaining God the Mother to My Father
April 29, 2020they went to Mount Charleston for the sagebrush the pines
the all-women