Letters to the Editor
March 23, 2018[…] lifted in a box, he left the mystical realm of subjective truth and entered into the physical world of conscious deception. The plates were not a product of delusion; they were constructed by either […]
[…] lifted in a box, he left the mystical realm of subjective truth and entered into the physical world of conscious deception. The plates were not a product of delusion; they were constructed by either […]
[…] in a roll-up hospital bed in his room, when he was disoriented and lost in a strange world where he could see again, I played some of his favorite western swing music. As the […]
[…] Kolob, Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, and there was no death in the world.” In the archaeological record, the Late Formative (Pre-Classic) Period (300 BCE to 250 C.E.) was a […]
[…] and whose ideas they would think ir relevant to just about anything. I lived in a different world—a world without the Reader’s Digest, a world devoid of talk-show hosts, a world filled with grandiose ideas, […]
Name Withheld, Shall I Go or Shall I Stay? John D. Rice, Praise for Ford Terence L. Day, A Neutered Dialogue? Jeremy Grimshaw, More of a Novelty Kevin Barney, Three Times Published
[…] bucked myself up and put on a good face. We talked, catching up on all the family news and remembering the Nauvoo trip. My wife sat in a chair at the head of the […]
[…] there than anywhere I had been, but still the Portlanders were my people and represented the real world in my mind. It was that world I wanted to return to as I began my […]
[…] Burlington, Vermont, witnessed an epiphany in her “Dating and Friendship” course. One by one, her students admitted to themselves and to each other their profound disappointment in the sexual culture of their school—the “hook-up culture.”
[…] insult of hatred. This is why we are all standing here today. We stand to tell the world that we want equality for everyone. We stand to tell the world that we want marriage […]
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 […]