Recent news about the Joseph Bishop sexual abuse scandal at the Provo Missionary Training Center has highlighted the resistance to acknowledge or correct sexual misconduct in the Mormon church community. This is, unfortunately, nothing new. My dad’s life is a telling illustration of this sad reality. Let’s start in 1982. Tucson, Arizona. My dad had been a […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
For most members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the temple is a place to which they can retreat when darkness and heaviness weigh on them. Within the walls of the temple, they find comfort and peace. It is a place of sacred learning, prayer, hope, and connection. For most of my […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
“It was like my nice, happy mommy flew away,” my oldest daughter told me. The self I had known for 31 years was suddenly gone, or so it seemed. And left in her place was a person I did not know how to be, did not want to be. All I felt, all the time, […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
Why should my heart weep and my soul linger in the valley of sorrow, and my flesh waste away, and my strength slacken, because of mine afflictions? -Nephi I walked in late to our Relief Society class today. I had been in the nursery with my toddler, but I managed to make it in for […]Continue Reading... 3 Comments.
When I was eleven years old, I moved from Mesa, AZ to Sudbury, MA. That was approximately 2500 miles, which can feel like moving to a foreign country (or planet) when you’re a middle-school kid. My new classmates had different slang, different music, different food, different pronunciations and even different words for common things. I was […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
This topic has been on my mind for a while, simmering on the back burner, waiting for a quiet moment. Before I say anything else, let me be clear: I am very grateful for my church. My church blesses my life in more ways than I can list here. I love that my church has one […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.