Pioneers
April 2, 2018[…] was forced to cut our rations again, this time to 10 ounces for men, 9 for women, 6 for children and 3 for infants. Leaving the Platte River, we soon came to more hilly […]
[…] was forced to cut our rations again, this time to 10 ounces for men, 9 for women, 6 for children and 3 for infants. Leaving the Platte River, we soon came to more hilly […]
[…] That I go on loving is to say there is a God unlike anyone we have ever known. Without love, I live in order to create what does not yet exist in me, in you.
[…] responsibilities that come with children. Sometimes I wish for more time to myself, for privacy, quiet, and order. But then I hold my lap-sized little one. My arms just fit her small roundness. My […]
[…] moving account of orthodox (Hasidic to be exact) Jewish boys breaking from their religion and tradition in order to pursue a powerful, inner identity. But these books are only moving, for most Latter-day Saints, […]
[…] suffrage comes from Beverly Beeton, who in her essay, “Women Suffrage in Territorial Utah,” identifies the debates over female suffrage as political debates that turned on whether the female vote would advance or hinder […]
[…] Like the engraved quote on the Biggie Burger bathroom wall, life was irrefutably locked into a prearranged order. Hewlett was left to wonder where that left him, sitting anonymously in the back every Sunday. […]
[…] a faithful Latter-day Saint, and she lost six children as infants as they crossed the plains in order to arrive in Utah. Zion without children? Impossible. So here she is, dancing, swaying, waiting for […]
[…] Morgan and enjoy the benefits of his knowledge and reputation among members of the scholarly community.[40] In order to protect her charade, McQuown could not allow Morgan to edit her manuscript. The manuscript, incomplete as […]
[…] scalpel, electric bone saw and tweezers, and blunt dissection, I slowly removed the flesh from her body over a six-month period. I was never arrested, nor charged with any crime. In fact, I was […]
—Or on summer evenings as the sky Draws down its light, prodding the question why They sit in cast-off wicker furniture, The kids cross-legged as though the lawn made a shore