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 →
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 →