Dialogue 14.4 (Winter 1981): 40–47
I am sensitive to that steadying hand as I attempt to identify and define what for an earlier generation of women identified and defined them as women—their relationship to the Church.
Dialogue 47.4 (Winter 2014): 79–84 One day you’ll probably hear the name Kate Kelly. And you’ll probably ask me my thoughts about her and her work with Ordain Women and her subsequent excommunication.
But Adam and Eve wept for having come out of the garden, their first abode. . . And Adam said to Eve, “Look at thine eyes, and at mine, which afore beheld angels in heaven.…
Doc and my father got up at 4 o’clock to light the fire, heat water on the Coleman stoves for washing and get the breakfast started, then woke the rest of us. Standing outside of…
Laurie had wanted for a long time to visit Jen. When Mama took David, the baby, to visit their favorite aunt she and Carol complained. “I know you want to see her,” Mama explained, “but…
I sit here by my gate, sniffing the stalk of sage in my hand, and wonder about the leaves drifting down on me. They float past my eyes and settle on my folded legs. Summer…
Last winter, after half a century of faithful church service and during a temple session, I abandoned my position at the temple veil, removed my robes, and demanded to be released. By nightfall, I had…
In my library is a small book, a 1912 Macmillan edition of Othello, the Moor of Venice, with the name of Katheryn Spurns on the flyleaf. On the title page the name appears again with…
The world was divided into three. Three shards of sagebrush and sky. That’s how it looked to Emma as she blinked through the thick wooden wagon spokes next to her head. She winced at the…
The Spring issue is on its way to the printer! Highlights include poetry by Timothy Liu, a nice fat book review section, Sam Brown’s much-anticipated article on the early Mormon “Chain of Belonging,” an especially…