Mary Ann
April 17, 2018[…] that frustrating, joyous, and selfish time known as puberty. I was so wrapped up in my own world of friends, school and fun (mostly fun) that Mary Ann slipped to the back of my […]
[…] that frustrating, joyous, and selfish time known as puberty. I was so wrapped up in my own world of friends, school and fun (mostly fun) that Mary Ann slipped to the back of my […]
[…] promised. As soon as this lie was over, we’d start again. Never, ever, would there be a breaking of this promise. And that’s when the leaves started to fall. While I sat in the […]
[…] was groundbreaking in LDS print media. He talks about how he believed and presented publicly theories on the cause and cure of homoseuxaity, following Freudian psychology in 1970. “16 years later, “he states, “I […]
[…] sketches of official pronouncements and individual beliefs about such issues as sin, the devil, death, the spirit world, resurrection, relationship to God, trials and suffering, con tact with non-Mormons, persecutions, and attitudes on public […]
[…] I felt youthful but maturely confident. The information that my condition was malignant turned my planned, predictable world upside down. I focused on the immediate tasks of preparing for a sudden absence from home […]
[…] hired Dad to train volunteers. It was then that Junie and I were initiated into a larger world. The PCVs, as we called the trainees, would go to Brazil, provided they got through Dad’s […]
[…] admit an adversarial position in regard to what they call “corporate” or “secular” as opposed to “sacral” world view. The division between secular and sacral, in the sense that Mircea Eliade expounded in his […]
A drum was beating that night as my family and I entered the elementary school gymnasium. Animal skins were stretched across a portion of hollowed-out tree, two flat brown hands pounding on their surface. […]
[…] mother/daughter relationship. This is the one natural fact amidst all that is unnatural and wrong with the world. It is the constant. The book is, after all, dedicated to Terry’s mother. This family revolves […]
I wrote this story under a spell. I was living in Salt Lake City, not in the sprawl of the new suburbs, nor even in the politically correct neighborhoods of the East Bench or […]