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”
After moving to Utah, I made my living as a photographer. During that time, I was given a glimpse into the lives of many different types of people. Many of which, were Mormons. I’m going to post a story every now and then about my experiences.
Living in Zion is what pushed me over the edge and eventually led me to resign my membership. Continue reading “Love One Another”
by Robert Hodgson Van Wagoner
The same week Karmine discovers her husband is having an affair with a man, she takes her mother to a doctor, who finds a tiny patch of cancer on the tip of the old womanâ€™s nose. Abby, Karmineâ€™s seventy-five-year-old mother, cannot be convinced she has not contracted the malignancy from her late neighbor, a young woman stricken with lymphoma, who regularly, at the conclusion of Abbyâ€™s visits, kissed the old woman on the nose. Abbyâ€™s little spot is a garden variety cancer, the result of too many yearsâ€™ unprotected exposure to the sun, years and years of wear; its removal requires but a small operation and the maintenance of a periodic check-up. All the same, Abby is sure sheâ€™s caught lymphoma from kissing. She is convinced she will shortly die. â€œYouâ€™re not going to die,â€ Karmine says. â€œThereâ€™s nothing fatal about a tiny spot on the end of your nose.â€ It is snowing hardâ€”icy flakes click softly against the windshield. It is the sound, Karmine imagines, of parakeet feet, unnumbered parakeet feet, walking on glass. She turns the wipers to the highest speed. The blades rush back and forth, and though Karmine doesnâ€™t entirely realize what is happening, the vigorous back and forth, this motion of winding a watch, has begun to stiffen her neck. Continue reading “Strong Like Water”
DOCTRINE, GUIDANCE, Or
Dilution of Doctrine, or Lip service?
In the last session of LDS General Conference, both Elder Oaks and Elder Faust gave talks that mentioned divorce. Continue reading “A response to the General Conference remarks regarding Divorce:”
I can’t sleep again.
I got home late (10:30 LOL) and I was so exhausted I thought I was going to pass out. Well, I did, relishing the thoughts of sleeping in until…6 or 7 or something. But no. Four am on the dot.
I keep thinking of the eulogy I’m to give on Friday at dad’s funeral. I don’t know if what I wrote is…right. I want to feel perfect about it. I want it to be in par with my memories and my honor of him. But I think the song is right. Yes, we have to sing as a family because it’s what dad wanted. Continue reading “Abide with Me”
The very first thing I heard upon arriving at Youth Conference was a dirty joke.
Somewhere behind me in the long line of kids walking from the buses to the registration tables a boy’s voice said “Why did the condom fly across the room? — because it was pissed-off!” Not very funny, really, but it made me smile to myself. It seemed like a good omen for how the conference would go — hopefully not one hundred percent goodie-goodie. Read the rest of the story Â»
When we were younger, we threw the word “know” around a lot. We said we knew “with every fiber of our being” that X, Y, and Z were true. And we knew not because of reason or “evidence” but because of the witness of the spirit. This kind of knowledge is the foundation of a Mormon life. Here’s Richard G. Scott’s take on it: “A strong testimony is the unshakable foundation of a secure, meaningful life where peace, confidence, happiness, and love can flourish. It is anchored in a conviction that an all-knowing God is in command of His work (â€œThe Power of a Strong Testimony,â€ Ensign, Nov. 2001, p. 87).
And I had this knowledge. I was firm in the faith and unshakable. Continue reading “How Do You Know?”