Being a member is like taking chemotherapy

A friend of mine started her conversation with me by saying, “Being a member of this church is like taking chemotherapy. You know you need to it to live, but you hope it doesn’t kill you in the process.” Read more »

Turn the “but” around…….

I taught RS a couple of weeks ago for a friend who was out of town. I used this from Exponent and focused a lot on a couple of quotes from Marjorie Hinckley urging women to accept themselves and to use what works for their family and discard the rest.

I also used the quote from Orson Whitney which Elder Bednar refers to in the latest issue of the Ensign, regarding salvation for wayward children. A dear friend called me asking if I’d seen the article and I said I had, adding I felt prophetic. Then she said it. “But.” And she referred to the caveats Elder Bednar added. She’s a good and kind person who was geniunely delighted that there was something in the Ensign that I’d used. Still, I reacted badly. Read more »

Counting My Blessings

In general, I like to think of myself as a positive person. I am all about “Count Your Many Blessings” (Although I do insist that be done in your own head. Nothing is more annoying that someone actually listing out loud all the ways their life rocks while mine is slowly sucking wind. Keep your joy-joy to yourselves, folks.) Read more »

Mormons in Space

This came up, in a round-about way, on a sci-fi discussion list I’m on.

Now, I’ve always assumed/dreamed/hoped that (assuming the Second Coming doesn’t come first) some day we’ll start colonizing other planets.  As part of that, I’ve always had a little dream of a Mormon Planet – called either Zion or Deseret, I’m sure.


What would happen if our intrepid pioneers made planetfall and then lost contact?  Truly, completely cut off – the wormhole that leads to their system has collapsed, for example.  (Assuming that immediate survival is not at issue, because that’s clearly a different discussion.)

My prediction is that they’d immediately print out copies of the scriptures, plans for the printing press, recipes for paper and ink.  They’d probably have already organized into a branch at least so they’d keep with that organization until it was clear (or God prompted someone) that contact was not going to be re-established.  At that point, a new Prophet and Apostles would be called.

Because hey, starting from scratch in the wilderness with help inaccessible is not new to us.

How do you think they’d handle it?

We are Weird

While sitting in Sunday School this morning as my class discussed the prophet Abraham, it occurred to me that we are a bunch of weirdos. We believe some seriously crazy stuff. Read more »

“We Were Not Lucky Children”

Heather Young, aka our LIZ has written and self published her memoirs—–only took her 10+ years :). You can get it on Amazon or Barnes & Noble; it’s “Ezra And Hadassah: A Portrait of American Royalty.”

“We were not lucky children and I didn’t know why” she writes as she tells her story of being born to handicapped parents (her father was developmentally challenged with a low IQ and her mother was a paranoid schizophrenic who was convinced she’d been born on a planet called LaMordia). She, then called Hadassah, and her older brother, Ezra were named after biblical royalty because their mother wanted them to have names befitting their importance as half LaMordian and half earthling. Read more »

Law & Order, Book of Mormon Style

As a teenager, I had no interest in reading the Book of Mormon, which was silly because I was a voracious reader of every other book. When I finally got around to it, I was relieved it wasn’t nearly as boring as I expected. In fact, some parts were downright interesting. Read more »

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Senior Missionary Couples

I have a friend who hates tithing settlement with her bishop because every year he asks when she and her husband are going to go on a church mission. Read more »

Drama in the Temple: Thumbs Down

I’m probably a day late and a dollar short with this; oh, well. Bill and I haven’t been to the temple since the movie change, to our shame, so last week we drove to St. George, checked into our favorite little motel and headed out.

I love the cleanliness, light and peace of the temple. I feel weight leaving my shoulders as I enter and breathe easier. I was excited and alert as the movie began….then I began to figuratively shake my head in dismay. To quote some valley girl “I was, like, what??” I felt an urge to snicker at the over-acting and I hated the dark tone of the whole thing. The filming, I mean, it’s not beautiful and light in the places where I think it should be and I miss the live shots of the earth. Read more »

Book Review: The Burnout Cure, by Julie de Azevedo-Hanks

We’ve come a long way, baby, we Mormon women. I didn’t agree that wearing pants to church was a good way to make a point, but I do agree that progress needed to be made.

I see a lot of young women, though, who are putting the burden of perfection upon themselves to the breaking point. Sometimes they break with the church but more often they break with themselves. Read more »

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An Unlikely Mormon

I spent the first seven years of my life in foster care. For lots of reasons that I can’t explain in a single paragraph, my brother and I were adopted by a Mormon family when Rex was nine and I was seven years-old. Actually, my story is complicated enough I wrote a book about it. Here are a few paragraphs on how I became a Mormon: Read more »


Happy New Year! It’s time for me to start 2014 right. Yes, it is time for me to air my first Mormon pet peeve of the year. Here the focus of my irritation:
Arizona YSA Conference Read more »


Happy New Year! Or for those of you special people who live in Colorado, today should be “Whoaaa Duuuude.” As of today, Colorado residents over 21 can legally buy pot for recreational use.  I am once again thinking of good Mormon folks and how this legal change effects them. Read more »

The Last Christmas
Rex with the Young children

Rex with Elise, Ty and Jennifer

Christmas 1998 was the last year we had with my brother, Rex. He had been diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor months before and had already outlived the doctor’s original predictions. What gifts do you buy for someone who is dying? How do you keep it in perspective? We had two choices: We could blow the bank and make it the Christmas of a lifetime, buying Rex and our kids everything they ever wished for. It would have to go on credit cards since we were living paycheck to paycheck and even a moderate Christmas would push us into using our banks overdraft line of credit. Our other choice was live within our meager means and buy what we could afford. Read more »

My Dream Mission Program or….Now that women are giving the opening prayer in meetings, I’m on to other causes

I think our mission program needs re-vamping (well, along with the visiting teaching and home teaching). Total overhaul.

Here are some of my suggestions:

1. Allow the missionary to specify the length of their service. Some are not up to two years, but might kick butt for six months. Read more »

DKL speaks from the past

I was in the Costco in Lewiston, Idaho one time, and I saw a lady with a shirt that said, “Stupid raisins! Stay out of my cookies!” and I thought “How great is that?” because all this time I thought I was the only person in the world who hates raisins in cookies, and now I know I’m not alone. Thank you, lady from Lewiston Costco.

I have simple tastes. For years I ate mostly Big Macs. In college I ate mostly pizza — warm for dinner, cold for breakfast and lunch, because cold pizza is the breakfast of champions. Unfortunately, living with other people (like a spouse and kids) means never eating the same thing more than once a day. Shoot, sometimes I don’t even get to eat the same thing more than once a week. It has taken some time to get used to.

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Art Gorsh Taught Me How to Live in the ‘Hood

Our next door neighbor, Art, died a few weeks ago. He was 93 years young. He was also the best neighbor we’ve ever had, which is saying a lot. Read more »

Mormon Women Bare, a review

Mormon women have bodies, too

Warning!! The above is a link to actual total nudity; perhaps you will not want to click on it.

Some years back, a group of older British women posed nude in pearls for a calendar to raise money for a charity. I absolutely loved the pictures. Each woman looked lovely; the main focus of the picture was showing their beauty not their nakedness. Our bodies change for the worse as we age and I was heartened.

English Ladies

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Split Personality: Part Nazi, Part Socialist

When we were kids, “the social worker” was a powerful person in our lives. They came to check out our house and, I guess, decide about benefits my mom would receive. We worried about being “taken away” because as bad as it was at home, it was familiar and we were together. I don’t know how much money the welfare gave my mother; I know it wasn’t a lot. She didn’t always pay the rent and we were often hungry. Periodically, we’d get boxes of “commodities” that contained food items that a more accomplished cook could have made into good meals, but my mother was a terrible cook. We ate some of it—the cheese and the blocks of processed meat—-without any preparation. We just cut pieces off and ate them. I imagine some of the food was thrown away, wasted. It seemed like Mom always had money for cigarettes, though. And she got drunk. Maybe she bummed them or other people bought her booze, but I’m convinced she could have cared for us much better than she did. Read more »

Stuff like this makes Facebook worth it……

This is Water

I hope I did that right :). I absolutely love this reminder of life’s real meaning. I tend to be obnoxiously engaging at places like checkout lines (if you talk loudly on your cell phone, I figure I’m invited into the conversation and I WILL share my opinion about what you should take to the party) and I often wish I were a quiet person who other people couldn’t figure out. BUT I also often see many people who don’t see anyone else around them. And that’s sad.

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