So, for me: enduring to the end really has nothing to do with me thinking about some end that I struggle to imagine. Instead, enduring
I thirst and hunger for Something else, for Someone else. My Heavenly Mother? And so I pause. I meditate. I wonder what it means to
I feel God in every fiber of my being.
When I sit on the forest floor.
When I meditate on my ancestors.
This past week I was at a Community of Christ family camp in the mountains of Northern Utah. It was a hot and dry week
I’ve spent three decades as a musician. Mostly I’m a vocalist. When it comes to instruments, I’m a dabbler. I’ll pick up an instrument, play
Guest Post by anonymous, who is an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints who is trying to figure out ways
Guest Post by Sarah. Sarah lives in the Salt Lake area with her dog and like to sew. Recent conversations about church leadership potentially cracking
Guest post by Bryn Neenos. Bryn is a teaching lecturer in composition, partner to an excellent spouse, and parent to three whole human beings who
I had planned to write a Lenten music post because Ash Wednesday is coming up this week. However, with the recent Russian attack on Ukraine,
By Miriam Miriam is a PhD candidate in Prevention Science at the University of Oregon, mother of 3 girls, and striving to teach her girls
Exponent II provides feminist forums for women and gender minorities across the Mormon spectrum to share their diverse life experiences in an atmosphere of trust and acceptance. Through these exchanges, we strive to create a community to better understand and support each other.
