In 1982, when Utah State University reached out to me to apply for a faculty position directing the writing center in the English department, my answer was, “I’m not interested,” but Bill Smith, the director of the composition program, was convincing. “Just send us your CV,” he said. Later, when he

Are you Doing Your Share?” the Logan Republican newspaper asked women, following that call with an article in May 1918 celebrating the “Fighting Sisters of Fighting Men.” Through calls such as these, women joined the First World War effort—in war relief, entertainment, heavy industry, medical services, and offices. Most of these women

Words can’t outline the exact architecture of a great heart. A kind heart. But one can picture a kitchen table, with a worn chair tilted just enough to welcome. And one can see a girl, tall, dark haired and pleased with herself, who can run faster than all the boys. Who can

LYNN THOMAS WALKS IN THE SPITTING RAIN TO THE DARYL CHASE FINE ARTS BUILDING. His keys jingle as he describes growing up in Hyrum during the height of the Cold War—a time when neighbors erected fallout shelters in the mountains and classmates performed duck and cover drills in school. Mid-sentence