[…] goals in the mission field were no different from the nation’s goals. The implicit imperialism in their world view was something they very likely would have denied. While yet in manuscript form, The Democratization […]
[…] the women —like getting donuts at Winchell’s before priesthood meeting on Sunday mornings, which Mom said was breaking the Sabbath. Dad wanted us on his side. Mom knew in her heart that excluding her […]
[…] Benediction, a superb col lection of stories about Mormons outside Zion who are very much in the world and increasingly of it, and show the strain. Chandler gives us not warmed-over servings of the […]
[…] grandmother sat down and talked to his mother in Polish, while his father and grandfather conversed in English. His father, a Mormon from Utah, had to do most of the talking. The boy was […]
[…] You think it ain’t been hot before? People said the dust bowl was the end of the world. It’s still spinning, ain’t it?” “There weren’t holes in the ozone then,” I argued. “Icebergs weren’t […]
[…] chance that he would get better. He felt worthless, unworthy, and vile and was certain that the world would be better off without him. Occasionally the depression would lift, only to return later. At […]
[…] recognizes that “the abusive practices described in these pages may appear to be far removed from the world of conventional churchgoers.” But he maintains that such “tendencies toward abusive styles of leadership are more […]
In 1975 I enrolled in the divinity school at the University of Chicago, where I hoped to earn a Ph.D. under Norman Perrin, a distinguished British New Testament scholar. But a call I made […]
[…] winter and into spring Charlie Sutton tended his wife as best he could. It was awkward from the start, knowing that the outcome was never really in doubt. The cancer that Bettie defeated six […]
If you haven’t been living in a cultural bomb-shelter (or serving a mission) over the last few years, you’ve probably noticed a strange media obsession with my generation. Twenty-somethings, they call us. Sometimes slackers. […]