Mary – 2000 years of scrutiny
When I got to the part where Mary was told to name her child “Jesus,” my kid gasped. “What?” she said in complete disbelief, “Mary couldn’t even choose the name of her own son?”
Tagged: Gender roles
I Won’t Beg!
Somewhere in LDS culture, it has been ingrained into the minds of young single adult women that our lives never truly start until we get married. Until then, it appears that we are to live in a perpetual state of limbo, jealously seething from the sidelines as friends, foes and floozies run off to the temple at the speed of light.
Things I wish I knew before my 11 year old girls became “Young Women”
My twin daughters turned 12 years old at the end of October. Under the previous way of doing things in the Youth program this would be their first week in the Young Women organization....
Temple Matron: No Husband Required
I was working my way through Saints, Volume 3 when I stumbled across this bombshell in Chapter 15: “…Armenia Lee had an interview with apostle George F. Richards and her longtime stake president, Edward...
It’s Time to Ditch Gender Reveal Parties
A couple stands over a cake and each announces their guess for what it will reveal. “Girl,” the father says confidently and, perhaps, resignedly. “Boy,” the mother declares hopefully; doubtfully. They cut into the...
I sent my children to daycare – when I was a stay at home mom
Most of Elder Christopherson’s talk during the Saturday Afternoon Session of October Conference was uplifting. He talked about belonging and how we should recognize that many people are at different stages of...
Mormon Women at the Crossroads – Roundtable Commentary and Book Giveaway!
What do you do when a game-changing book comes along? You interview the author and talk about its themes with your blogging friends. Also, you host a book giveaway because you want more people...
Anxiety:Team Of One
As my anxiety grew worse, I began to self-destruct like a bomb with an overeager timer set for detonation. Each day was spent with the same routine of tears before breakfast followed by tears with sprinkles of anger for lunch and an emotional meltdown (panic attack) with a side dish of tears for dinner.
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