Lacing
August 13, 2021[…] feel grains of gravel, each pebble digs in so real. Sometimes I act as though I am the same, a young girl, rope in hand, at the tetherball game: I blare out rule after […]
[…] feel grains of gravel, each pebble digs in so real. Sometimes I act as though I am the same, a young girl, rope in hand, at the tetherball game: I blare out rule after […]
[…] trace their family back to Mormon pioneers. Members of my family created Utah state Indian policies during the nineteenth century. Like many white people in this country, I grew up with the belief that […]
[…] is a professor of Interdisciplinary Humanities at BYU where he has taught since 1998. His research interests in the area of environmental humanities have resulted in various publications on literature and the environment; an environmental […]
[…] Idaho and is currently a member of his stake’s High Council. Joshua was born in Ecuador, grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in Phoenix with his wife and three daughters. He will speaking on “Unto […]
[…] Lab for Mormon Women for Ethical Government. She received a BA in Humanities and an MA in English from BYU. Her passion is women’s stories. In pursuit of this she has worked with Exponent […]
[…] write are shaped by the stories this anthology tells. This anthology traces the histories that created the world scholars of Mormonism inhabit, and for that, it is to be commended. The racism, extreme conservatism, […]
Givens and Hauglid are direct: their goal is to provide a sustained, academic, and nuanced treatment of the Pearl of Great Price [PGP]. Their motive lies in the fact that this volume has received […]
She says she was eating or opening a window or just walking dully along, and always had been, but tonight there might be few angels. These things. Our dog wagging across the foreground, the porch
I was an infant and shouting clouds trundled and thundered, atmospheric pressure strangled my stubborn ears refusing airflow. The blue chair in the living room rocked, my cries received the blessing of your priesthood.
Not yet March, already weeds bring me to my knees with trowel and bare fingers. Under the loblolly the hellebore are in bloom, a periwinkle or two. The weeds are in the white gravel […]