When I was 10, my mother was in a serious accident. She spent a month in the hospital and she was in very serious condition.
During this time, my world was turned upside down. As the oldest child and daughter, I was the person that stepped into my mother’s role; doing as much as a 10 year old child can do, anyway. I remember the stress and emotional strain on my family during this time. My 2 younger siblings had to attend daycare during the day so this was a financial strain that my father had never experienced. I went to school each day and in the evenings, I was the one that took care of the children. I remember my father worried that my mother would die, leaving him to care for all of us. I did my best to help him, but the stress became overwhelming. Continue reading “Finding My Father’s Playboy Magazine”
Killing my blog was one of the most painful experiences I’ve had in my postmormon existence. For whatever reason, I could not write what I thought without hurting my wife deeply, and when things reached a decision point, I decided that I wouldn’t write if I couldn’t write whatever I wanted to write. And so “Joseph’s Left One” vanished. Continue reading “Resurrection”
We are married to marriage.
Our whole culture, across all socio-economic, religious, gender and political boards is overwhelmingly married to the idea of marriage. When someone divorces, they call it a “failed marriage”. But the implication is not that the actual pairing failed; rather, the implication is that something tragic and bad has happened and the individuals themselves have somehow personally failed. How often do you hear these phrases: Continue reading “Marriage to Marriage”
We have various neighbors who are devoutly Muslim, Jewish, and Catholic. There are also Hindus, atheists, and every variety of Protestant. And, of course, most of our extended family is Mormon. So our son is not unaccustomed to hearing “Because they’re Muslim” or “Because they think that’s what God wants them to do” when he asks, “Why do they do that?” I also try to explain a little about the different religions when he asks, and I hope he will understand diversity. Continue reading ““I want to be something””
Here we are, getting down to the nuts n’ bolts of death.
Cleaning out possessions from dad’s room, meeting with the mortician, going over the funeral plans, choosing flowers.
I heard recently that from an LDS perspective, LDS funerals should have the three following components: Remembrances of the deceased’s life, comforting words for the mourners, and preaching the Gospel. Continue reading “Nuts n' Bolts”
November 16, 2005
Dr. Julie Gerberding
Office of the Director
Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC)
Department of Health & Human Services
Re: Avian Flu Education Continue reading “The New Flu Can Fly”
Who’d have thought a religious holiday would be so conducive to learning about science??
But we learned by experiment last year that leaving eggs in a water-and-vinegar solution degrades the shells, and we applied that knowledge to do a better job on our egg-coloring adventure this year!!! Continue reading “A Secular Family Easter!!!”
I like knowing. I think we all like knowing.
When someone asks me something and I know, I feel so useful, so helpful. ‘Oh I know!’ Continue reading “All Is Not Well”
Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect (Matthew 5:48)
I stumbled across Kermit the Frog’s disturbing cover of Johnny Cash’s poignant, profound cover of Hurt by Nine Inch Nails while I was thinking about perfection yesterday. These videos affected me. Am I not laboring over an empire of dirt? Continue reading “Practically Perfect in Every Way”
by Bob Bringhurst
Harlan Poke liked MTV. When he wasn’t studying accounting, when he wasn’t avoiding his five roommates who shared his Raintree apartment, when he wasn’t hunting for a wife at BYU dances, he watched MTV. MTV shows beautiful women in taunting poses. These poses caused Harlan’s hormones to go berserk. In fact, they prompted him to want to have sex with women. He prayed that he would find a woman to call his wife so that he could have sex any time he wanted to–in the morning, in the afternoon, at night, in the middle of the night, in the car, on the table, anytime, anywhere. Continue reading “Love, Mormon Style”