Dear Emily, who is dead
One day will we meet in heaven? Will you condemn me or embrace me? I hope we can hold each other — in sadness, in joy, in fullness.
One day will we meet in heaven? Will you condemn me or embrace me? I hope we can hold each other — in sadness, in joy, in fullness.
I can already see how my daughter’s body is barreling toward its inevitable conclusion, like my body barreled before hers and my mother’s body barreled before mine and her mother’s body barreled before hers
Religion coupled with active, relational faith and active, relational repentance — that is to say, the ongoing, eyes-wide-open practice of showing up before God and man in the spirit of learning, unlearning, trying again, and allowing others to do the same — is how we become Christians.
I began to see my whole self as part of a larger system — a part of the world, a part of my family — rather than as a servant to it.
I was there to buy garments, underclothes I’d covenanted to wear at all times. But not just any garments.
. . . my parents often defaulted to the Church’s guidance on parenting questions, but generally were open to occasional exceptions.
Artifacts have many uses.
Balance and allowing other voices and opinions to be heard became our unofficial motto for Exponent II.
We knew we should be doing something.
It becomes more important as the years go by. We see ourselves in its pages.
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.