It was my fault when it really comes down to it. I opened my mouth–again. Or should I say I opened my virtual mouth, seeing as how it all took place on a blog thread. My comment was short–not at all confrontational–and yet it set a fire. And it reminded me of a world I … More Sorry, but Christ doesn’t just want me to be a mother.
I was miserable for too long. I know that now. I regret it. When asked about their greatest regrets, a lot of people say, “I wouldn’t change a thing”. But I would. I would change being miserable. Because I know now that I wasn’t a victim of circumstance. I made myself miserable by doing just … More This is why you’re so miserable
Just two days ago I woke up to the news that the president and prophet of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints had died at the age of 90. Still lying in bed I scrolled through the articles and the stories to seek more information, saddened by the news. And then I stumbled … More A goodbye to Thomas S. Monson: From a former Mormon
I was in the restroom at my office when I saw the two blue lines. I stared at the lines, two very dark ones at that, and felt a knot in my throat as I said in a loud whisper: “Really, God?” And it was true. After all the waiting–here you are. Just a poof … More Be a better man: A letter to my son
I hesitate as I begin this post, finding myself hovering over the keys very carefully. Thoughtfully. I don’t want to be presumptuous. I don’t want to come across as having figured everything out, when in fact, I am often behind the curve on figuring things out. If anything, in my grand search for the right … More Here’s to the “1 percent”
My grandma was married 8 times. EIGHT. She was like the Elizabeth Taylor of my family. I love her more than I can say, don’t get me wrong. But a memory that still makes me chuckle is her imploring us grand kids to never get married. Growing up I always heard the cliche phrase repeated … More If marriage is hard, you’re doing it wrong.
I’ve always loved football. Not in an obsessed, win-every-fantasy-football-draft kind of way–but in a way that reminds me of hot wings, time with my dad growing up with a bowl of chips and green and blue jerseys, and now cheering and high-fiving and cuddling on the couch with my husband watching the same team. The … More This is why I stand while you kneel
Abide with me–fast falls the eventide. Even after leaving the church, a piece of my faith in Christ that has kept me going has been the songs that I learned while I was in it. Those haven’t left me. And lately–especially the past couple of weeks–I have found myself singing Abide with Me quite often. … More Just sit with me awhile: A lesson in being loved
You know that saying, “If it can go wrong, it probably will?” That was my wedding day. I don’t mean to say that in a “Woe is me” kind of way. Because the reason, in fact, that I’m even writing this is because the imperfect day was simply the most perfect day I’ve ever experienced. … More When it all goes wrong–in a perfect kind of way.
I was scrolling through my news feed last night when I came across a picture of an LDS General Authority that I recognized right away. I had watched him give plenty of talks over the pulpit and have learned a lot from him in the past as I’d read his sermons in church magazines. But … More Left for dead: The truth about LDS excommunication