Today, I finish my deconversion story. I’d love to hear your comments or your own story in the comments below.. It took until my son was two to earn my doctorate. Jobs in academia are hard to come by, but … Continue reading →
To California and Beyond In last week’s post, I started my deconversation story. Today I bring you part II of the story. The third and final part will appear next week. I’d love to hear your comments or your own … Continue reading →
Deconversion part I I’m sorry for missing last week, but I’ve been very ill with Covid. I’m feeling better than I was, but still not completely recovered. Today I thought I’d address my deconversion story. I have heard a lot … Continue reading →
I’m sick with Covid, so I missed my weekly Mormon post. I’m feeling somewhat better and hope to have a new one for this coming Sunday.
Continue reading →Imagine you are a 12-year-old girl, and a 50-year-old man (known as the bishop (1)) calls you into his office. Not only is this bishop about 3x your age, you are alone with him. He asks you a series of … Continue reading →
In deconstructing my trauma with having been raised in a cult, I have a habit was watching YouTube videos that react to Christian claims. In one I watched recently, Jimmy Snow (an ex-Mormon atheist) critiqued a video by YouTube … Continue reading →
I am continuing my blog series on religion, and I plan (really hope to) make a new post every Sunday. I’m going to try to keep myself to a schedule. Christians the United States over are calling for a return … Continue reading →
A Modern-Day Adaption of the Garden of Eden A father of two-year-old twins—a girl named Eve and a boy named Adam—spreads a big soft blanket out in the backyard. The sun is shining, and a cool breeze is blowing, … Continue reading →
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 →
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 →