Amy
Mother, writer, dreamer, hopeless romantic, opera singer, reader, researcher, lover of Jesus, Mormon and a feminist. I spend my days taming toddler tantrums and kissing boo boos. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Ash Wednesday Reflections
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“For dust you are and to dust you shall return.”
I am small.I am insignificant.I am nothing.
I have been taught to push these words...
On voting and vulnerability
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“Those in favour, please show by a raise of hands.”
Counting, recounting, recording.
“Those opposed, please show by a raise of hands.”
Counting, recounting, recording.
“The yeses take...
Where Charity and Love Are, God is There
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Where charity and love are, God is there.
Christ’s love has gathered us into one.
Let us rejoice and be please in Him.
Let us fear, and...
A Letter to my Eight-year-old Self on Confirmation Day
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Dear Amy (or Amy Lynne as some family will continue to call you for quite some time),
You made a big decision on the day...
For Everyone Born
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"There are moments that the words don't reach..."
It's been a hard week for so many people. I keep trying to find the words to...
Unwilling Sacrifices
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I know I'm about a year too late for this to be news, but I recently watched Suffragette with my family. Snuggled up under a...
The Daughter of Jephthah: Remembering the Unnamed
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This post was originally published on Young Mormon Feminists and is reposted as part of Exponent II's series on Women in the Scriptures
In an...
The Blood on our Hands
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A couple years ago, I had a conversation with one of my closest friends about my newly emboldened beliefs about the Church's policies and...