One 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.…
How 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…
In 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?
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.
I 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…
Eldria 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…
It 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.
Last 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
they went to Mount Charleston for the sagebrush the pines
the all-women
I’m no Mormon but ask Google, can you take the Mormon
out of a once-Mormon? I’m Mormon. Former
stay-at-home Mormon mom. A non-drinker