A post-Mormon exploration.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" In my Mormon ward in Northern Utah, there was only one correct answer to this question: "A mom!" Whether you also wanted to be a doctor or writer or president of the United States was of secondary importance. We all knew that first came motherhood,... Continue Reading →
Imagine that you’re 16 and a group of older men is standing in front of you, the closest one telling you that your body is a wonderland. You’re not at a sugar baby convention, though. You’re at church, and you’d rather be almost anywhere else. Maybe he didn’t quote John Mayer, exactly, but he may... Continue Reading →
I'll never forget the first time I wore a sleeveless dress to work. I pulled off my jacket like I was voluntarily giving up my shield in a medieval battle. I looked around the office out of the corners of my eyes to see if anyone noticed. I sat hunched over all day and went... Continue Reading →
