Inoculating the Saints

The following is a comment I made on the Mormon Matters thread about whether the church should or should not teach the things it has so far not taught openly to the members. I was born and raised in the church, with a long line of Mormon ancestry going back to Joseph Smith’s original group of followers. I tried hard to be good and always choose the right, and I did fairly well but somehow I got to BYU and the first real temptation struck. After falling into actual sin territory for a very short Read more [...]

Sunday Thoughts

Sunday morning I walk through the chapel doors, greeted by Brother Jones who hands me a program. I find my usual pew and sit with my children and my dad who’s visiting. We hear a beautiful prelude hymn, “O My Father” being played by the organist. I open my Book of Mormon to prepare for my lesson and read through the story of Alma and the sons of Mosiah. My daughter asks me who I’m reading about, and then she asks who my favorite women in the Book of Mormon are. I struggle to think of any, but Read more [...]

Dear Mr. Church

I’m leaving you. I know this may be a shocking statement, especially considering the relationship we’ve had all these years. But I’ll say it again, to make certain you hear me: I’m leaving you. All this time, you’ve sworn to me that you value me, that I’m a woman of worth, that my life, my contributions, and my sacrifices really mean something to you. And I heard your words, wanting to believe them, while at the same time I tried to make my reality fit your words. There’s Read more [...]

May I have this dance?

I couldn’t believe I was finally old enough to attend my first church dance! I had waited months for this! I’d turned twelve in May, and the first dance after that happened to be a stake Halloween dance. I decided I’d go as a gypsy that year. My mom helped me to apply dark skin makeup, eyeshadow, and fake eyelashes. She loaned me long necklaces and bracelets and a colorful skirt that was perfect for my costume. I put on a scoop-necked white peasant blouse, and a black wig… But when I stood in Read more [...]

Why we REALLY don’t hear about our Heavenly Mother

God sits in his private chambers, writing in his journal. He hears a sound and looks up to see his First Wife, Eloher, entering the room. “Darling! Good morning. I trust you slept well?” Her answer is a dark look in his direction as she sails past him with nose high and shoulders stiff. “Whoa, do I sense some hostility this morning, my sweet little lotus blossom?” “Don’t you dare call me sweet little anything, Elohim! I’m spitting mad and you know it!” “Why don’t you tell me aaaaaaall Read more [...]

Film Noir SML…or When Tithing Hurts

Well, tomorrow marks another milestone for me at work: My 7 year anniversary of working here. Seven glorious years working alone in an office, doing books and lovin’ it. Or something like that. (Insert wavy flashback lines) FLASHBACK of Two Years Ago, filmed in black & white… *Scene begins with sillouette of someone outside office door, visible through the glass*Cue VOICE, film noir style… “Monday morning hit me harder than yesterday’s salami on rye.” (SML enters shadowed office, wearing Read more [...]

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