Feminist Mormon Housewives has assembled an excellent series of posts on the occasion of women’s history month. I am particularly impressed by Carol Lynn Pearson’s A Walk in Pink Moccasins, which reverses the gender roles in a general authority’s conference speech. Leveraging the golden rule, Pearson claims the theological high ground by pointing out that Mormon men would not want to be treated like Mormon women. Continue reading “Babies or the Priesthood?”
A fellow blogger and fellow contrarian wrote a brilliant post on polygamy…well also on the number four and fucking and…well, you’ll just need to go read it. Anyway, I think he’s brilliant. And I love debating with him. As I started to respond via a comment, I realized my comment would take up a whole lotta space, so I decided to blog about it. Continue reading “Polygamy's Latter Day Toll”
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. Continue reading “Why we REALLY don’t hear about our Heavenly Mother”
This is a trip down memory lane, with some conclusions about the nature of truth.
I recently decided to archive and forget my old Mormon-related web sites. AmberAle asked me for some dates regarding when they were created. This led to a stream of rambling reminiscences. So it seemed like a good idea to post them here, in case anyone else is interested. Nobody is forcing you to read! Continue reading “Adventures in online Mormonism. Or, my search for Truth.”
I’ve started reading Made to Stick: Why Some Ideas Survive and Others Die by Chip Heath and Dan Heath which is a fascinating book for me as an educator, and as a post-mormon. I will write more about it, and how I feel it relates to being a skeptic among credulous believers in one or more future posts.
A couple of days ago my wife playfully brought up my apostasy and skepticism over something, I don’t recall what. It was a situation where instead of feeling sensitive I was able to respond with what I hoped was humor. I said that I’m on the road to hell but since all the roads there are paved with good intentions, the trip would likely be fairly pleasant.
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.
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FLASHBACK of Two Years Ago, filmed in black & white… Continue reading “Film Noir SML…or When Tithing Hurts“
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Myths abound about why people check out of Hotel Mormonism. Continue reading “Is apostasy due to blind faith?”
There is a fascinating cluster of mental health posts in the Mormon blosmos.
Continue reading “Mental Health and Mormonism in Cyberspace”
Since moving away from the LDS church, I’ve explored how I feel about my new identity. Am I still Mormon? Do I want to identify as Mormon? Even if I deny that I am Mormon, am just lying to myself? Will I always be Mormon, somehow? It is, afterall, not just my upbringing, but my heritage. I grew up in Utah county, daughter and granddaughter to many generations of Mormons.
People who are from other faith backgrounds still think of me as Mormon, just non-practicing. Some faithful Mormons still think of me as Mormon, just not active. Still others would say, “She’s most definitely not Mormon” because I believe and act so differently from the “ideal Mormon.”
There are many ways to describe me and people like me. Ex-Mormon, cultural Mormon, secular Mormon, non-believing Mormon, ethnic Mormon, former Mormon, post-Mormon. Notice I can’t get away from saying “Mormon”?
As much as I’d like to erase that part of me some days, I realize, too, that I am Mormon. Part of the spirit of this blog is, I think, to stake a claim in Mormon-dom for those of us on the fringes. We are Mormon, too.
As my spouse said cheekily, “Hey, there are 8 million of us. Only 4 million of them.” We count for something.
One constant for me throughout my recent changes in religious belief has been an interest in genealogy, although even that has changed in its meaning and purpose. When I was Mormon, I participated in genealogy to extend the blessings of the restoration to my dead ancestors and because I was fascinated by the lives and experiences of those who went before me. My immediate and extended family is very small; I often felt like a â€œstranger in a strange landâ€ and like I did not quite belong. That feeling was exacerbated when my mom, the emotional glue of our family, passed away when I was only 14. Getting to know who my ancestors were and a little about their lives helped me feel that I did have earthly kin and that I did belong here. And since, as a Mormon, I believed that these dead relatives of mine continued to live on and could observe me, I imagined that they were so grateful when they received great blessings in the temple as a result of my efforts. It was richly satisfying and addictive.
Now, as a non-believer, I still enjoy imagining the lives and circumstances of my ancestorsâ€™ humble lives. They may not have thought their lives were of much importance, but their lives are very important to me, for their choices and struggles helped to create me and my unique features. But, the bigger picture has changed from a focus on spiritual salvation and the hereafter to the marvelous history of the world and life on it and my small role in its continuation. I am in awe of being such a small part of this massive movement. It is spiritually satisfying to me to contemplate being part of this greater whole. My appreciation of the earthy physicality of it all has expanded as I no longer believe that the real reality lies in the unseen spiritual realm. I am amazed by the process of cultural and genetic evolution especially in my line. I now believe that my ancestors extend beyond the human race and that among my relatives are all living things â€“ from the grass to the apes.