A post-Mormon exploration.
I've been thinking a lot lately about rituals — the actions we take part in every day that give us some peace in this out-of-control world, whether that means drinking our morning coffee out of a special mug, getting breakfast every morning from the same bodega or simply doing our laundry on the same day... Continue Reading →
From the time I came to understand the reality of death, I was very fortunate not to lose anyone I loved. That all changed last month, when my dad called me in the middle of an event I was hosting in my backyard to tell me that after a long illness, my mom had passed... Continue Reading →
I surveyed 660 ex-Mormons on why they no longer believe the LDS Church is true. This post starts a series of deeper dives into what I discovered.
"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 →
