We Like Our Heaven Better

We Like Our Heaven Better

I have a family. We are a family. I bore these children, made from my own flesh and blood. I labor for them. I love them. I nursed them. I nourish them. But, when I listened to President’s Nelson’s talk on the Sunday Morning Session of General Conference,...
When Victims Seek Justice From The Church, Mormon Women Speak (Episode 21, 348)

When Victims Seek Justice From The Church, Mormon Women Speak (Episode 21, 348)

http://media.blubrry.com/rationalfaiths/p/rationalfaiths.com/podcast/348_MWS_CHURCH_ABUSE_21.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | DownloadSubscribe: Apple Podcasts | Android | RSSDoes the church really protect predators and enable abusers? What happens when a victim...
A Mother’s Blessing For My Daughters

A Mother’s Blessing For My Daughters

It is impossible to be a mother of both sons and daughters and not notice external and even internal biases that are imposed upon our children. Blue for boys, pink for girls. Trucks for boys, dolls for girls. But there are also covert biases that exist. Recently, a...
Standing Between Covenants

Standing Between Covenants

This past Saturday, I received my endowment under the “old” covenant wording. So the very recent announcement about the changes came as a total shock. I naturally began to wonder if the covenants I made to my husband not even a week ago was suddenly retroactive. How...
The Problems With Bishop Interviews, Part 2 –  Mormon Women Speak Podcast  (episode 18; 339)

The Problems With Bishop Interviews, Part 2 – Mormon Women Speak Podcast (episode 18; 339)

http://media.blubrry.com/rationalfaiths/p/rationalfaiths.com/podcast/339_PART_2_Mormon-Women_ThisAmericanLife_18.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | DownloadSubscribe: Apple Podcasts | Android | RSSPart 2 of this discussion includes a continued discussion and more...
Why It Is Not Helpful To Tell Me To Leave

Why It Is Not Helpful To Tell Me To Leave

My arms ached. My back would feel it tomorrow. My fingers frozen from the nip of the wind. Tears welled in my eyes as I began to feel sorry for myself and the pathetic situation I was in. Again. As a single mother, snowfall doesn’t mean hot cocoa, snowmen, and...