Melody is a mom, Nana, nurse and probably other things. She teaches Sunday School in her Provo, Utah ward, grows a respectable garden, hikes the trails of the Rocky Mountains year 'round and writes sometimes. Her poetry has appeared in Segullah, The Exponent, Utah Sings Volume VIII: An anthology of contemporary verse by Utah poets and in Utah Voices 2012. She recently convinced her three grown children and their spouses to compose Six-word Memoirs at monthly family dinners in her home--this is perhaps her most noteworthy literary achievement.
In the heav’ns are parents single? No, the thought makes reason stare! Truth is reason; truth eternal tells me I’ve a mother there. ~ Eliza R. Snow . Part 1 The Motherless Child My first concrete experience of the divine feminine happened about twenty years ago when I was mourning the loss of my mom. This mourning was...
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Mother’s Day is coming. I’ve heard it called Mothering Day and I like that better. We each experience mothering differently. Some of us don’t have children, yet we mother. Some raise children born to other mothers. Some of us are motherless children either literally or figuratively. Whatever Mothering Day brings...
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In the winter of 2001, my French-speaking daughter, Lauren, suggested she and I take a trip before she graduated college, went on a mission, got married and whatever else would follow. She had been to Europe during high school and longed to return to Paris. Flights were cheap and hotels aplenty that year because terrorists in jet...
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The man speaking at the pulpit in sacrament meeting uses a phrase I haven’t heard before and I am instantly drawn in. Almost against my will, I am pulled toward an unexpected answer to every question I’ve ever had about who I am and who God intends me to be. I write the phrase in my scriptures. In pen. I want to...
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Chrysalis < read by Melody Three days of white threads wound fine around around. Three days of light shrouded linen fine white light woven. Three days of . . . Where hast thou laid him? And she thought Are his wings still wet? When he said Touch...
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Heavenly Mother Sings < read by Melody hymns hidden in the heart melodies we hum nursing babies wind in the garden– music made of grape vines cherry blossoms. ballad of comfort in sea-swell for sailors thrown to knees requiem on mountain top for climbers grown cold– She...
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Over all February 10th was a nice Sabbath day. For me the best part was playing Sunday School Jeopardy with my class of twelve-year-old girls. At one point in the game each girl in turn shared her “first time you felt the holy ghost” experience with amazing clarity, confidence and innocence. I was in awe of these girls...
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By Melody Newey When I was a young mother in my twenties I attended a stake women’s conference in Provo, Utah. Sister Vivian McConkie Adams spoke about the creation story, expounding upon the poetry that is the Book of Genesis. As she described it, this was a beautiful and powerful story of creation and the introduction onto the...
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A SURVEY & CRITIQUE OF THE DIFFERENT RESURRECTION HYPOTHESIS PART V: HUME’S ABJECT FAILURE
Law of Armed Conflict and The Book of Mormon
How Mormon are They?
Is the New Testament a Gnostic Document?
The Perfect Unity of Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother
Part II – Why They Don’t Canonize and What Can Be Done about It
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