Maya Gupta is a survivor. After escaping an impending arranged marriage in India as a teenager, she has thrived in America. But now she faces her greatest challenge yet — cancer has invaded her life, and unless she find a way to participate in a clinical trial in Washington, DC, this may be one battle she loses. When Maya's best friend Kari offers Maya the lifeline of a place to stay — her brother's currently vacant DC apartment — the young woman eagerly accepts and goes to meet her fate. . .

Why does BYU football coach Bronco Mendenhall wear that nylon T-shirt during football games? On national TV, can't he go with a nice golf shirt, white or blue with trim? Heck, some coaches wear bow ties and vests. Is Bronco dressing down?

It’s a tragedy–what could have been, the part we could have played, the contributions we could have made to the world under different circumstances. You know, we’re all like, “I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let’s face it” (On The Waterfront,1954). And while we’re feeling all down about it, someone inevitably will put an arm around our shoulders, and tell us that there are no small parts, only small actors. They won’t put their money where their mouth is, but they’ll say we’re just as important as the “big parts”. It’s a tragic moment.

Imagine you are gathered at the temple in the land of Bountiful after Christ’s Crucifixion. You have seen fires, tempests, earthquakes, whirlwinds, floods, and so much more destroy the land. You’re exhausted, homeless, and just trying to survive. And then you hear a voice. But it’s not just any voice. It’s His voice. In this week’s study group, we’re going to dig into 3 Nephi 8–11 to learn more about Christ’s visit to the Americas and what His first words were to the people.

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Editor's note: Due to COVID-19, this event has been rescheduled for June 4.

MR says: We've all heard stories of missionary miracles, and sometimes we might wonder how enhanced these stories might be. But here's a miracle shared by someone who didn't believe in miracles to begin with, someone who was frightened and awed at the experience.

I’ve spent what is rapidly becoming nine years in New York City. It’s been a total blast. But as a transplanted Englishman one thing to which I’ve become rather sensitive in that time is which prejudices New Yorkers are permitted to express in public. Among my horribly overeducated and hugely liberal friends, expressions of racism are completely out of the question, Islamophobia is greeted with a slow shaking of the head and anti-Semitism is a memory associated with distant places that one sometimes visits — like France.But anti-Mormonism is another matter. It’s really fine to say totally uninformed things about Mormonism in public, at dinner parties or wherever. “It’s a cult,” says one. “With 13 million followers and counting?” I reply. “Polygamy is disgusting,” says another. “It was made illegal in Utah and banned by the church in 1890, wasn’t it?” I counter. And so on. This is a casual prejudice that is not like the visceral hatred that plagued the early decades of Mormonism — lest it be forgotten, Joseph Smith was shot to death on June 27, 1844, by an angry mob who broke into a jail where he was detained — but a symptom of a thoughtless incuriousness.

Millennials may be famous for not wanting to own anything, but that adage doesn’t seem as true when it comes to homeownership.

You don’t have to believe in God or identify with any religion to see a creator’s hand in human life and morality, suggests a new survey.

As I sat watching women shop for gifts at a spring art show near my home, I decided to use my social statistics skills from college to take a little unofficial poll, the results of which have inspired some important things to consider while preparing for Mother’s Day this year.