Been there, (was) done (like) that.
What a week for Hollywood. I have my eye on my newsfeed, and every twenty-nine minutes, someone new steps forward and details yet another disgusting, humiliating encounter with a certain movie mogul. It isn’t...
What a week for Hollywood. I have my eye on my newsfeed, and every twenty-nine minutes, someone new steps forward and details yet another disgusting, humiliating encounter with a certain movie mogul. It isn’t...
A proper missionary sendoff, in my ward, includes the performance of a certain EFY medley you’ve probably heard once or twice. This is fairly conventional stuff. Back in my day (aka the 80’s) the...
The weeks unwind, the months spool out, The years unfold, and I (not well-behaved) Endure each blasted day unto the end With flinty, strident hope that I’ll be saved. Saved from endless death, for...
feminism / Gender / history / women
by EmilyHB · Published January 13, 2017 · Last modified January 14, 2017
My mother asked me to pick up a copy of Laurel Thatcher Ulrich’s A HOUSE FULL OF FEMALES last Wednesday night and have the author sign it at her lecture at the SLC Public...
One of the things about leaving Provo (permanently and irrevocably) in 1992 and then moving back more than twenty years later is that I experience these periodic, intense flashbacks that just come out of...
by EmilyHB · Published September 10, 2016 · Last modified September 12, 2016
Although my brother will no longer come to church with me, and neither will my sister (notwithstanding that respectively they gave, until a certain point, their time, their money, and their hearts— their open,...
Like a (rough) stone rolling, the discussion surrounding female ordination has gained so much momentum that I don’t see it slowing down until it’s resolved. To paraphrase Lafayette’s splendid line from Hamilton, we’re never gonna...
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