Writing Yourself a Revelation
Three weeks in a row, I left Relief Society in tears. Nobody had said anything particularly terrible. I didn’t have a falling out with anyone. In fact, I wasn’t entirely sure what was wrong—I...
Three weeks in a row, I left Relief Society in tears. Nobody had said anything particularly terrible. I didn’t have a falling out with anyone. In fact, I wasn’t entirely sure what was wrong—I...
The weekend after I gave birth, a friend sent me a poem. She’d written it months before, early in this pregnancy, on a day when I thought I might have started to miscarry. At...
When I taught Relief Society last Sunday, we spent several minutes of the lesson in complete silence. I was assigned a General Conference talk to base my lesson on. I wanted each class member to...
This lesson lends itself to some interesting and honest discussion. When talking about choices, we can sometimes focus on big, obvious milestones in the future. But Young Women are making choices right now and...
Picture your childhood bedroom. In your mind, look around that room. What do you see? What did you use or touch or see every day? When I taught Relief Society last month, I started...
Every morning, we have a dance party. My six-year-old gets ready for school and then we turn up the speakers on a song she loves—usually a silly one, like a Weird Al polka medley—and...
I am caught between longing and a confession. The longing: Ever since I began seriously considering women’s place in God’s plan, I have felt keenly the scarcity of feminine voices in my faith community. I...
I’m preparing to teach a local writing workshop, a six-week class to help some fellow writers create short pieces about a personal life event. To help me jog the faraway parts of people’s memories, I turned...
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