It was May of 1993. I was 7 months pregnant with my second daughter, and it was my most dreaded of days: Mother’s Day. I scrambled to get my three year old daughter ready for church, and my then husband, Jeff, gave me his usual Mother’s Day gift: nothing. He…
The Beginning of the End
Gluby and I had been married for 16 months when I finally pulled it out of him that he was having doubts. I knew something was up because he was always upset, angry, or aloof after church or “fulfilling” his calling as the ward mission leader. One day after church…
A Review of September Dawn
I saw an advance screening of the much anticipated September Dawn on Wednesday night. I’ve spent the week at the Kirtland Temple and the local theater invited all the staff here to a free screening. (I wonder if they issued a similar invitation to the LDS Mormons down on the…
Death II: deal with it!
I’ve made some progress since my post about why I don’t like death. Every now and then I feel this glimmer of “It’s not such a horrifying thing that I’ll never see what becomes of the human race and that one day (and forever after that) my consciousness will cease…
A Dreary Organization
Hellmut described the church that way in his post with the video link (loved it, btw). It struck me that for those of us who are out, it’s an apt description. People have variously described Mormon life as robotic, a treadmill, and “Stepfordlike.”
How Do I Tell My Wife That I Don’t Believe Anymore?
I recently received the following message. Can you help Eric out? I think it would help to hear from both sides of this situation, so if you know a believing member of the church who is handling a mixed-faith marriage, please invite a response from them. He writes:
For Faraday and All Unlikely Mormons
More than a year ago, someone raised the question why Europeans joined the LDS Church. Faraday’s answer was perfect: Because the church was a breath of fresh air. For Faraday and all unlikely Mormons, here is a breath of fresh air by Wir Sind Helden
Another great year! — the conclusion of Youth Conference
For that night’s dance, the last dance of the conference, Amy and I were more resolved than ever to talk to Y and Z and dance with them. This would be our last chance of the conference to get together with our true loves, and besides that our other prospects…
Growing Up Mormon: Religious Addiction
When I was very young my parents drank, smoked and rarely went to any church. My father had been raised Mormon, but had left the religion to sow wild oats or something. My mother was a Norwegian Lutheran from North Dakota. She was the responsible one, never doing anything to…
God as a dad with 100 billion phone lines?
I was considering the implications of the idea of the Mormon god when it struck me, “What would eternity be like as a god based on Mormon theology?” Okay, so you’d have a lot of (spiritual) sex with all of your wives. As a man, I have to admit lots…