Dinner at Sylvia’s
April 11, 2018[…] destination. The invitation had read only, “April Fool’s Day Party.” Our host, the former bishop, was known for his generosity and love of good times, so the turnout had been high. The mysteriousness of […]
[…] destination. The invitation had read only, “April Fool’s Day Party.” Our host, the former bishop, was known for his generosity and love of good times, so the turnout had been high. The mysteriousness of […]
[…] First Ward published a small collection of biographies chronicling the lives of nine senior ward members. Impetus for the project came when news reached Bill Cottam during his initial year as First Ward bishop […]
[…] but seven of them quotations from Elder Boyd K. Packer or the General Handbook of Instructions (1: 6). (It follows an article on Abinadi, which retells the Book of Mormon story for 139 lines.) […]
[…] you both laugh: there are no doctors in the village. “Your next trip to the city you buy a do-it-yourself medical manual and study for the big day which comes two weeks later. And […]
[…] of high-ranking church general authorities, is actively involved in the operation of the university, it forces administrators to manage the university in ways that accommodate the mission of the church as a primary focus. […]
[…] 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 […]
[…] costs of owning a new car outweigh the benefits, one does not speak of the decision to buy a new car as beneficial. The costs of therapy, financial and spiritual, can be substantial and […]
I direct my thoughts and yours to the I-Thou model of human related ness as it is confirmed or denied in the all-too-human realm of ethnic, national, religious, and ideological differences. Any honest and […]
[…] 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 […]