Becoming a Mormon made me a christian, but it never made me a saint.
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MoTab in Indy. {a lovely sounding local giveaway}
We now interrupt this wompy, sad and depressed blog momentarily for a giveaway which is near and dear to my wompy, sad and depressed heart. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir is coming to Indianapolis THIS FRIDAY (June 14th) for the first time in ONE HUNDRED YEARS. This is very big news. If you’ve never heard theContinue reading “MoTab in Indy. {a lovely sounding local giveaway}”
what my religion is for me.
Sometimes I think about all the ways life would be easier if I weren’t a Mormon. Not in a serious way, but in a “Is this really the way I live my life?” kind of way. Which sound serious, but I promise it’s not. (Also easier does not equal better. At all.) Depending on yourContinue reading “what my religion is for me.”
the one about baptism and why tradition isn’t always a good thing.
To anyone unfamiliar, the age at which a child can be baptized into the LDS (Mormon) church is 8. I’m not sure how deep I need to go into doctrine, reasons and whatnot to have this post make sense as so many of you come from such different backgrounds, but I will say this: thereContinue reading “the one about baptism and why tradition isn’t always a good thing.”
the one about prayer.
I spoke in church today. I read a talk that I composed on my laptop from articles on the Internet and then presented it through Evernote on my tablet. The man that spoke after me was an adorable grandfather who gestured at my Xoom and said “I don’t have any idea what that thing sheContinue reading “the one about prayer.”
one can’t forget about us.
This is a story I’d never thought I’d tell, either because it was too sacred or it would scare people off. A woman hearing voices while driving on the freeway tends to land her in the “yay! crazy!” sub genre of society. But allow me to explain. Cody and I had been married several years.Continue reading “one can’t forget about us.”
enveloped.
It feels as though there are invisible hands choking me. The grip is tighter sometimes than others. At this moment? It’s tight. I’m afraid to move for fear of it truly overtaking me again like it did on Friday. It gets tighter when Cody isn’t next to me. And at the moment he’s not. AndContinue reading “enveloped.”
the one about the gays.
I was having a particularly rough day in high school when a boy named Jacob Orosco noticed how down and out I was. He performed an ice skating routine for me right in front of the office to cheer me up complete with singing and a grand finale. The next week he was gone. HeContinue reading “the one about the gays.”
the one about the Mormon temple in Indy…
It’s true. It was announced in General Conference (like a State of the Union address only it’s about church) this weekend that an LDS (Mormon) Temple is going to be built in Indianapolis. It will take a few years, but one is really coming. This is huge for the Indianapolis LDS community. The closest templeContinue reading “the one about the Mormon temple in Indy…”
all they want to be is somebody.
Nearly 60 years ago, while I was serving as a young bishop, Kathleen McKee, a widow in my ward, passed away. Among her things were three pet canaries. Two, with perfect yellow coloring, were to be given to her friends. The third, Billie, had yellow coloring marred by gray on his wings. Sister McKee hadContinue reading “all they want to be is somebody.”
making unbreakable - formerly moosh in indy. 