In which a young boy named Joseph spins a tall tale about angels, warriors, and golden treasure, and all and sundry learn why it's rarely the wisest of ideas to entrust the only copy of your manuscript to someone who doesn't like you.
In which Bill and his trainer Elder Fowler knock on many doors in search of elusive gold, stumbling at last upon a fairytale cottage and the irresistible enchantress within.
In which Bill and his trainer Elder Fowler take charge of missionary work in the lonesome prairie oil town of Brooks, Alberta, and many naughty words are uttered as a result.
Dooce this week has a terrific post about the new HBO drama Big Love and the legacy of Mormon polygamy in general. You won't be surprised to hear that I sympathize with her in many particulars. (My comment is #245.)
In which Bill flies to Canada for his first day of service as a Mormon missionary, but before departing performs amazing feats of transubstantiation upon an ordinary chewing gum wrapper.
In which Bill begins the serialization of his memoir THE ACCIDENTAL TERRORIST, and God commands him to confess which parts are embellished.
Somehow, despite the fact that it played regularly at the Blue Mouse in Salt Lake City to midnight crowds, I managed to grow up without ever having seen the 1922 cult-classic exploitation flick Trapped by the Mormons, about scary Mormon elders with hypnotic eyes who lure nubile women into lives
You often hear cited as fact that Mormonism is the fastest-growing religion in the world. Peggy Fletcher Stack does a fine job in a recent Salt Lake Tribune op-ed piece of sorting out the evidence that this is untrue: Today, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has more
Via Paul Melko by way of David Moles, I encountered this morning a fascinating essay by SF writer and scholar John Kessel exploring and repudiating the morality of intention that underpins Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game and attempting to explain the book's enduring popularity.
So way back in the mists of time I was engaged to a girl I'll call Katrina, because that's how I refer to her in my memoir. Katrina and I have stayed in touch all these years, and she now lives in Connecticut with her second
Tuesday evening I entered a Latter-day Saint temple for the first time in over a decade. Don't have a stroke—it wasn't a religious relapse. The LDS Church has taken its blocky, six-story meetinghouse near Lincoln Center in Manhattan and hewn from its rocky heart a
[from Missionary Man, a memoir still in progress] I had a very stupid argument once with my girlfriend Bertha, back when we were still living together. (Actually we had a lot of very stupid arguments, but I only plan to consider one here.) This was 1995, and we were at
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