As with the Egyptians, it begins by removing the brain. Gray matter caught on the hooked edge of a new name, then pulled through the nose. They leave the heart. It is easily bruised by new and everlasting covenants battered by promises to hearken, to serve, priestesses dressed in their burial clothes, given unto him. …
By Charlotte Johnson Willian Charlotte Johnson Willian is a child/family advocate who resides in the southern hills of Indiana, where she is surrounded by the trees she loves. This essay received first place in the 2017 Eugene England Memorial Personal Essay Contest. A drop of water, if it could write out …
Title: Moth and Rust: Mormon Encounters with Death, Edited by: Stephen Carter, Published: Signature books, 2017, Pages: 257 Genre: Narrative Non (mostly!) Fiction ISBN: 978-1-56085-265-0 Price: 23.95 Reviewed By Andrew Hamilton at the Association for Mormon Letters and Approaching Justice, shared here by permission. This article features a mention of Tom Kimball, who is in violation …
By Dana Haight Cattani “But on the whole his life ran its course as he believed life should do: easily, pleasantly, and decorously.” —The Death of Ivan Ilych, Leo Tolstoy1 From beneath her fashionable blonde wig, Darla introduced herself to my gynecologic cancer support group. A first-timer, she listed a few descriptors—grandmother, business owner, widow …
By Elouise Bell THE IDEA OF composing a list of things you’d like to do before shuffling off this mortal coil (as Shakespeare put it) or “kicking the bucket” (as it’s better known in our more advanced civilization) is not new. But with the popularity of The Bucket List, starring those two grand old war-horses …
Russell Osmond presents his paper on August 2, 2013. [powerpress]
George Richard Compton and Frances Lee Menlove present their topic on August 2, 2013. [powerpress]
By Lisa Torcasso Downing THE LATE EVENING SKY is black, overcast—the atmosphere dissected by a misty line of streetlamps. My window is rolled down, my hand raised to the night. Salt air blows through my fingers. “There it is,” he says, followed by, “Jesus.” I see the yellow light of the rental car’s blinker flash …
By Brett Wilcox SO WHAT BRINGS you to Sitka, Ben?” Pete asks as he loads my backpack onto his thirty-foot aluminum boat. I release the bow mooring line from the cleat, but can’t shake the image of Amber from my mind: She’s crying again. “This job opened up. Me and my wife decided it …
This time last year, I lost my lovely mother. While this event caused a very big door in my life to close, it also opened a window. I come from a very strong LDS family. Every discussion at every meal was about something Church-related. Everything I did or thought in my life was processed through …
