Is Shaming Ever Helpful?
When I was in first grade, I wrote a journal entry about how I’d just learned about Santa Claus and about how babies are made in the same terrible week. I remember it was...
Category: Family
Dating Our Children
I was raised as one of five siblings, all of us born within less than a decade of each other. It was fun—I never lacked company—but individual attention was hard to come by. To occasionally...
Women and the Mental Load
I went away this weekend for the first time in a year. (To the Rocky Mountain Retreat which was awesome and you should totally go next year but that’s a post for another day)....
A letter to my daughter
Dear Daughter, As you know, my views on gender differ radically from Mormon orthodoxy, and I don’t make an effort to hide that from you and your brother. I think it’s important to be...
Belle Spafford: An Illuminating Lady
(My mother and Belle Spafford at center, left to right, early 1970s) Growing up I was certain of three things that my mom loved with a passion (aside from us kids): the Church, Mexican...
The Mother’s Day Conundrum
I am debating whether or not to attend church on Mother’s Day next week. On the one hand, I love that on Mother’s Day we hear stories about women and often even quotes by...
You Cannot Believe Everything You Hear At Church
I think I was around 15 years old. I was sitting in my small Young Women’s class, and the Bishop was teaching the lesson. I don’t remember the details, but it was some awkward...
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