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.
A few Sundays ago I sat through another Relief Society lesson based on a talk from General Conference. The teacher has been teaching Relief Society for years. She’s considered the best teacher in the...
Body / Culture / feminism / women
by Shannon Milliman · Published November 24, 2022 · Last modified November 23, 2022
Culture / Family / feminism / Gender / history / Policy / Relationships / women
by Nicole · Published October 28, 2022 · Last modified July 20, 2022
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...
announcements / Body / women
by Katie Ludlow Rich · Published October 11, 2022 · Last modified October 23, 2022
As I’ve prepared for my upcoming hysterectomy and oophorectomy, I’ve been surprised at how few resources there are related to menopause, and especially surgical menopause. While I am hopeful this will change in the...
book review / Intersectionality
by Katie Ludlow Rich · Published September 29, 2022 · Last modified September 28, 2022
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...
Intersectionality / Spotlight / women
by Katie Ludlow Rich · Published September 13, 2022 · Last modified September 12, 2022
Regular readers here need no introduction to the incredible Caroline Kline, a co-founder of the Exponent blog whose insight we’ve long benefited from. What readers may not know is that Caroline recently published a...
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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