Guest Post: The Conception of my Inner Voice
Guest Post by Amy. Amy enjoys reading, hiking in the mountains, and learning alongside her three children and husband in Orem, Utah. My oldest child is turning 11 soon. Every year around his birthday,...
Guest Post by Amy. Amy enjoys reading, hiking in the mountains, and learning alongside her three children and husband in Orem, Utah. My oldest child is turning 11 soon. Every year around his birthday,...
Dear Sister ______, I give you a blessing for the undernurtured child inside. For too long you have clung to the lie that perfectionism would protect you. You let it tear at your self...
Belief / Culture / Journeys / women
by Guest Post · Published February 29, 2020 · Last modified February 24, 2020
By DesertProse I find myself at a spiritual crossroads. I am forever changed and have let many of the former markers of my faithfulness fall away, but I feel a strong foundation of faith...
The first time I remember seeing this film was at a ward party in the 1980s. I was a child and didn’t really understand it, but many of the messages seeped into my worldview...
Body / Culture / Gender / Intersectionality / Journeys / women
by Guest Post · Published January 14, 2020 · Last modified January 15, 2020
By Abby Kidd For the last year I’ve taught Sunday lessons to a class of eleven, twelve, and thirteen year-old young women in my ward. Each Tuesday they emerge from the sliding doors of...
Family / feminism / Gender / women
by Caroline · Published November 3, 2019 · Last modified November 2, 2019
I have a wonderful ten-year-old girl — my only daughter. She’s quiet, observant, reserved, affectionate, and kind. She’s on the cusp of puberty, and I worry what these coming adolescent years will do to...
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...
Sister Craig, the First Counselor in the Young Women General Presidency, starts her talk with an anecdote about being discontent. “When I was in elementary school, we walked home on a paved trail...
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