You Can’t Rob Grief
You can’t rob grief. I don’t mean you shouldn’t, but that it is impossible to do so. One way or another grief will have its due. My father’s death when I was 21 taught me this. My mother’s death confirmed … Continue reading →
Jamie Marchant
Land mines
The moment I first held Jesse in my arms, I noticed that he was perfect. I never changed my mind about that. He wasn’t perfect in the “my Jesse would do nothing wrong” kind of way. I had to pick … Continue reading →
Unbelieving Grief
I have been no stranger to grief. My father died without warning when I was 21. My mother’s death 12 years later was equally a shock. Even as I write this, my brother is dying of cancer. He is 57. … Continue reading →
Why Don’t Mormons Drink Coffee?
But why? You may ask. Why is drinking coffee such a big deal to begin with? Why did I violate this most sacred rule in front of my deeply committed Mormon family members? Last week at my family reunion, I … Continue reading →
Where Do Mormon Go When They Die?
Before I answer that question, I’m going to give my own perspective on the afterlife. I have long believed that fear of death and grief from loss of loved ones are the two main motivations for humans creating religion. One … Continue reading →
Unsettling Honesty
Unsettled. Yesterday, my husband kept asking me how I was. I replied, “I don’t know.” I didn’t feel good, but I wasn’t really feeling bad either. Finally, I found the word to describe my emotions. Unsettled. Growing up Mormon, especially … Continue reading →
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
Yes, that is the official name of the Mormon church. Somebody on Twitter said he thought I should mention it in my blog, and he’s probably right, but in my first two posts, I resisted doing so. Yes, the term … Continue reading →
Mormons are Nice
Few can understand what it’s like to leave the Mormon church, what it means to be a former Mormon, an ExMo, as we frequently refer to ourselves. To begin with, outside the United States Intermountain West, most people don’t know … Continue reading →
I am the Tortured Soul
Who am I? My twitter bio claims that I am a “Writer of Fantasy . . . and the tortured soul.” While this is accurate, it is, like every face I’ve ever shown the world, incomplete, revealing only a portion … Continue reading →
The Plague: We’re in this Together
I am sad and worried. Because of my sadness and worry, I’m finding it difficult to write. A twitter writer friend suggested I write out my thoughts and feelings. He argued that maybe by getting what was bothering me out … Continue reading →