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We have enjoyed all twelve finalists. But we only have one Grand Prize. Help us decide which piece wins this year’s Lit Blitz by emailing...

The day before my mother died, I’d planned to call her, ask how she was doing, catch up in awkward, stilted conversation. But the day...

Mahalath smiled as she watched each of her sisters by the fire. Whatever the feud between Laman and Nephi, worsened with the death of...

In Bryce Canyon, nature’s flip book of erosion, Hoodoos crowd the amphitheater dripping sunset colors, waxing and waning (though truly...

The scriptures were the motivation for a mighty change in the Valley 176th ward.  Brother Dalton wanted to protect the women and...

I was there the night Brigham “The Battling Bishop” Houston’s winning streak finally came to an end. It was the evening of Oct. 13, 1939....

What Earth! This masterpiece of creatures– His medium: the breath of life. See, by the talent of His hand, falling leaf, falling...

Being a mother also, I know I can’t uproot the pain planted in your chest, or untangle your frayed thoughts. I can’t sweep the darkness...

May 15, 1933 Brigham City, Utah Dear Samuel, It is usually a pleasure to receive a letter from you, but the news you sent has made me...

I look like Medusa, I admitted to the mirror. My head was half-covered in pink foam curlers, but it was the only way I could get it to do...