1981. Maybe 82. Right there somewhere before word processing shoved typewriters out the window and into obsolescence. Back then, I had a Sherman tank that

  A Mormon monument stands out there in the middle of nowhere. You have to hunt to find it, search hard simply to get up

  The monument to the doge Giovanni Pesaro, in this church, is a curiosity in the way of mortuary adornment. It is eighty feet high

The church where I grew up had no altar, no altar boys, and no priests. It had no wall-size oil painting of Jesus, and certainly

Just a week or so ago, the LDS church told its millions that they should cease and desist from calling each other “Mormons.” Maybe, as

  A full rack of ribs, with beans and slaw, will cost you twenty bucks at Buffalo Chip Saloon and Bar, Cave Creek, AZ. Sounds

Some years ago now, I walked through the valley of the shadow of death when I sat for several days at the bedside of my

It’s an odd title, Mystery Having Eight Mothers, and she didn’t have an editor. You can’t help but smile at an occasional misspelling, and often there’s little

He’s the Queen’s scribe, the man–the artist–responsible for creating England’s most important state documents. He’s the royal calligrapher, an artist, a past chair of the