Here in blogger land, people say the darndest things.
And that’s just the comments.
Recently I was lambasted for a post about a church meeting I had attended. The experience got under my skin, so I blogged about it. I was called, by several people, “shrill, unhealthy and bitter.” Continue reading “Blogger Land”
The highlight of attending Young Woman’s each Sunday was seeing C.J.
C.J. was one of the Young Women’s advisers and she wasn’t your typical LDS woman. She was blunt, honest and downright irreverent at times. I looked to her as more of a big sister, rather than a teacher. She was in her late 20’s, unmarried and, by Mormon standards, a spinster. She chose to attend the family ward with her elderly parents, rather than the singles ward because it was “a meat market”. She was graceful, quick-witted and charming. At nearly 6 feet tall, she was not only beautiful, but very intimidating. She was like a blond version of “Xena Warrior Princess“. Continue reading “Maidenhood, Spinsterhood & Sex”
My sympathy to the bishops who have to deal with the anxieties of members who watched the Frontline documentary The Mormons. But lets face it, it’s going to get a lot worse during the presidential campaign. However painful, Helen Whitney’s work is affording Mormons a soft landing. Continue reading “When Good Stuff Hurts”
If you feel queezy about homosexuality, my sympathy. We have all been raised in a culture that identifies homosexuality as a defect if not a sin. It would be dishonest if we were to pretend that we can escape our socialization but we can rely on reason for reflection.
On occasion of New Hampshire domestic partnership law, let me share a short syllogism about the conservative point of view. Continue reading “The Conservative Logic of Gay Marriage”
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 the mirror, something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t that I was too blonde or fair to be a gypsy; we’d already fixed that with the dark makeup and wig. We stood there looking at me, when suddenly Mom snapped her fingers and left the room fast.
Soon she returned with one of her bras in hand. “Mo-oooom! No. Way. NO. I am NOT wearing that thing! It’s HUGE!” Continue reading “May I have this dance?”
What’s in a name? 😉
Back when I wrote my handy guide to different types of Mormons I claimed that ex-Mormon and post-Mormon are just two words for the same thing. Since then, many people have told me that there’s a real difference between the two, namely that an ex-Mormon is someone who is angry and/or recovering whereas a post-Mormon is someone who has moved on. Continue reading “ex-Mormon vs. post-Mormon vs. DAMU”
When people leave Mormonism, where do they go? What paths do they take? Purely on the basis of anecdotal evidence, this is what some of them do: Continue reading “The Many Meandering Paths Away from Faith”
We stepped out of the building and found a low brick wall that we could sit on with no one around.
“Well?” I asked.
“I’ve brought a little present that I was thinking we could give to Y and Z. I baked them a batch of delicious heart-shaped cookies.” Read the rest of the story ->
My mother is 77 (let’s say it all together..) “bless her heart”. She has severe senile dementia, congestive heart failure and is a breast cancer survivor. She is, in a nutshell, A Survivor.
She has also reverted back to that state of a child where she’s lost certain social proprieties that have heretofore been an integral part of who she is. Either that, or she knows she can get away with it. I’m leaning toward the latter. Once, a nurse accidentally hurt her, and my mother referred to her as a ‘fat cow’ as she left the room. I scolded her, saying, “Mom, that isn’t nice!” She replied, louder of course, “I don’t care, she’s a FAT COW!” Sigh. Continue reading “Stinker”
I went to an LDS ward meeting yesterday. Sacrament meeting. I went to support a friend who was singing; she is inactive, but they keep asking her to come sing. I don’t blame them, she’s got a killer voice.
Before I left home, I asked my daughter “Do I look Mormon?” She replied, “No.”
“Good,” I said. Continue reading “Authority, Power and Seeing Red”