Dialogue has long been a home for important scholarship on Heavenly Mother. In the next few weeks, we are publishing a special issue, “Heavenly Mother in Critical Context.” Sign up for our newsletter to […]
by Leonard Arrington Originally published Spring 1969 (04:01) In one of the earliest books of imaginative literature about the American West (published in 1826), novelist-editor-missionary-biographer Timothy Flint reveals a common impression of the time […]
The Editors. Dialogue Journal. I am a long-time subscriber to Dialogue and thoroughly enjoy the scholarly articles that it features. I must inform you, however, that I found the fiction section of the […]
[…] Heart, mind, and spirit are uplifted by Greaves’s story of Professor Jacob Milgrom’s blessings, in Hebrew and English, for the benefit of a student departing from the class by reason of illness. Intellectual debates […]
[…] print index of Dialogue for decades. Fortunately, they go without no longer. We are pleased to announce the print version of Dialogue: A Complete Index. Editors Denis and Joseph Corcoran have skillfully abridged James […]
[…] research, Ramona promotes intellectual and emotional engagement with diversity and inclusion as an integral part of recognizing the structural and individual nuances of equity, power, and oppression. Teaching online and with TikTok are her […]
BUC: A Boy among the Saints spans a “year in the life of an unregenerate 10 year old”—the endearing young rascal Wilford Bushman. Wilf, like most in his rural Utah community of Anti-Nephi-Lehi, is […]
Podcast version of this piece. My devotion never translates to my fingers. There is something lost. The scaly chaff of my heart opens my lungs. I pinch my pic like a quill what can […]
[…] to darken the dark grays, lighten the light grays, to try to see the black and white world of my bishop. I remember the morning Beth left her garden to calm Richard raging, and […]
[…] over the garish blue sea spanning the room. She listened for some sign in this last devotional— world without end—but could suddenly hear nothing. It was a horsehair worm, nightmarishly fine and black as […]