Gentle Persuasions
March 18, 2018[…] give a blessing. “Great. Why don’t you throw on a shirt and tie, and I’ll be right over to pick you up.” Samuel had difficulty choosing a tie. He wasn’t sure whether to tailor […]
[…] give a blessing. “Great. Why don’t you throw on a shirt and tie, and I’ll be right over to pick you up.” Samuel had difficulty choosing a tie. He wasn’t sure whether to tailor […]
[…] current notions about dissent in the Church—whether it is good or bad—are inadequate because the language available for talking about dissent is insufficient. Both dissenters and their critics oversimplify and improperly conflate categories, which […]
[…] of my LDS mission in central Virginia. But reading those words took my mind and emotions back to the desert mountains of western Utah earlier that year. A friend and I had taken a […]
[…] men and hundreds more women who were involved with plural marriage in Nauvoo. Recently, his long-awaited follow-up to that article, a 705-page book, has been printed by Signature Books, of which Smith is the […]
[…] quiet while everyone kneels down. My dad gives the prayer himself. He asks Heavenly Father to watch over my sister at college in Price, Utah, and says thank you for the food and the […]
[…] long to live in the nineteenth century, all those petticoats and trims. I have been poring longingly over the old issues of Godey ‘s Lady’s Book which the public library keeps in a locked […]
[…] my family moved from Salt Lake to Cambridge. The building on Longfellow Park quickly became a symbol for what I had brought with me from Utah: a traditional faith and a culture that at […]
It is difficult not to like Leonard Arrington. By all accounts, he was an exceptionally generous and decent man. His Great Basin Kingdom was a kind of Big Bang of Mormon historiography, doing more […]
[…] but mostly unfamiliar with the growing body of Joseph Smith scholarship. As a result, I am unable to reference that tradition in this review or to argue how these essays augment or contrast with […]
Six cars pulled through the intersection, one after the other over the course of an hour, but none of them was hers. Barefoot, Bart waited on the slat bench outside his front door, picking […]