A beautiful blog post

This is by my friend Kerri Lynn Harris Bigler. I resonate with her insights on Veterans' Day. With her permission, I post it here.She blogs at Www.unevieenrose.comText:Every year, I am humbled by November 11, which in the US is celebrated and holidayed as “Veterans’ Day”. In the United States, it is a day we remember those who have served in the Armed Forces, particularly during times and places of war. Many cities have veterans’ parades and military shows, which is lovely and make … [Read more...]


poor clares

(Part I of this series is here.)CloistersWhen my friend Robinlee and I visited the Old Mission in Santa Barbara, California, we happened on two statues--one of St. Francis of Assisi and the other of St. Clare. Most Christians are familiar with St. Francis's life and words. We sing his poem, "All Creatures of our God and King", which celebrates nature as God's grand cathedral. St. Francis and his chaste friend, Clare, began new orders for monks and nuns on Palm Sunday in the year 1212. … [Read more...]

Making Room for Difficult Mormons and their Friends

From Mark Mabry's _Another Testament_.

I began my Halloween by reading the much talked about article in Meridian Magazine--a terribly unfortunate piece which characterized "liberal Mormons" thus:Liberal people had been to Europe and let you knew it. They had Continental tastes, exposure to the latest fashions, and eagerly embraced whatever was new and exciting. They were the daring crowd, the ones who were unafraid to live life on the edge. Bohemians, free thinkers, beatniks, hippies—all prided themselves on being open to take r … [Read more...]

The Prodigal (from a mother’s perspective)

Brian Kershiznek's "Halo Repair"

A certain woman had a son. They were not wealthy, but she had given him her time. She had worked with him through his schooling and had helped him understand the things which he did not. She had gone to battle for him when he did mischief and begged those who expressed disappointment, "This is my son. He is a good kid. Don't make him feel like he's not."And behold, there came a day when she knew in a way that many woman know, through her intuition, that the son had a secret life. She … [Read more...]

Death of the Organist

bush organ 3

I once learned how to play several stanzas of Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsody. I played them over and over. But then the music got hard. It would require work to get the next part, and I wasn’t willing to practice THAT much. I gave up. I am able to play hymns now, but not much more.I thought about my regrettable unwillingness to learn the “hard parts” as I attended Douglas Bush’s funeral in the Provo Central stake center, which houses the most glorious organ in Provo.I was in the stake … [Read more...]

My Fantasy Class

Black History through Film and FictionYes! I will propose it. Add or critique. I'm open!Film: Roots Fiction: The Slave DancerFilm: Amistad Fiction: Something on Nat TurnerFilm: Diary of Miss Jane Pittman Fiction: BelovedFilm: Eyes on the Prize (one of the series) Fiction: Souls of Black FolksFilm: Rosewood Fiction: Shurtleff's _Dred Scott_Film: To Kill a Mockingbird Fiction: Their Eyes were Watching GodFilm: Red Tails Fiction: Triumph: Story of Jesse … [Read more...]

That “Third” Conversation? Never, No Never!

baptism of carmella

Fourth grade can be terrible. Not only do you get introduced to hard math, but all the kids start experimenting with identity and control. In my fourth grade class, a particular girl was in charge. Of everything. If she liked you, she would call you to tell you what color of dress to wear. (Yes, this was in the days when girls always wore dresses.) Sometimes, she would test your loyalty. She did this to my classmate, Laurie. She told Laurie to twist Barbara Hatch's arm. We were all at … [Read more...]