Lost on Both Sides
April 10, 2018[…] the phone conversation that followed, was an anorexic woman disguised in the sort of garb one would buy at the Teen Depot at Wal-Mart. She had been to a single adults thing and needed […]
[…] the phone conversation that followed, was an anorexic woman disguised in the sort of garb one would buy at the Teen Depot at Wal-Mart. She had been to a single adults thing and needed […]
[…] school I’d walk the block and a half downtown to the Millard County Courthouse in Fillmore, Utah, where my father worked as the county clerk. I loved the symmetrical purple brick building in the […]
[…] and her first words upon alighting from the train, “My God, what a dump,” soon were all over town. The story describes her efforts to expose her farm-bred students to the great artists in […]
[…] to resign. He granted me the leave, and I was able to make enough extra money to buy a few items of furniture and help pay some hospital bills. Standing up to him was […]
<i>Dialogue 28. 3 (Fall 1995): 1–12</i><br>As American feminist thinkers and organizers, we’ve walked a long road since then, a road that has led us farther and farther away from religious discourse and Christian justification. […]
[…] eat.” “You mean there’s no junk food,” she said. “Yeah,” he said. “How come you guys never buy any decent food?” She was always glad to see him, always glad to see he was […]
[…] count heroic martyrs, epic treks, and seemingly supernatural manifestations. Deep in the Mormon psyche is an attraction to prophetic posturing and swagger. In particular, Joseph Smith, Jr., and Brigham Young are icons who have […]
[…] enjoined the church to receive Joseph’s word “as if from my own mouth” (D&C 21:1, 2, 4- 6). Joseph, then, was seen as the very mouthpiece of God. When Oliver Cowdery, as second el […]
[…] declare their sin as sodom; ROM 1:27 men burned in their lust one towards another; 1 COR 6:9 nor abusers of themselves with mankind; 1 TIM 1:10 them that defile themselves with mankind; JUDE […]
[…] pounding bent nails straight again, only to go with Dad to the lumber yard where he would buy brand-new ones, while my refurbished nails languished, unused. In later years I came to understand why […]