(Setting: Dressing room. Scene: Middle school.) "Have you ever seen gay people make out? It's disgusting," my friend said. "Marriage is between a man and a w...

I remember sitting in class at church at age fourteen and listening to a leader tell a story. When she was in college, she took a psychology class. I was int...

Come to think of it, I always wanted to be friends with the prettiest girl in class. The desire to strike such a friendship was always inexplicable and speci...

I heard his voice call from the path that I had boarded up and sealed off long ago. In my mind I knew where that path led, and I was prepared to do everythin...

A phrase that has been in my mind lately is, “Where love is, there God is also.” This comes from the song, “Where Love Is,” in the Children’s songbook, writt...

I am not a direct descendant of the pioneers. Handcarts did not carry meager morsels and bundles of dusty family heirlooms. I have never felt the beckoning t...

I had my exit interview for my mission in a small church in East Texas. We had driven with our STL’s, and everyone was so excited for me. I honestly wished I...

“There’s a family moving into the ward.” I look up from my laptop and pull out an earbud. “What?” “They’ve got a daughter, a little older than you. She’ll be...

God sits in my kitchen sometimes. Well, not in mykitchen – in the kitchen of my childhood home, a ‘90s bungalow with white appliances, paisley chairs, and pr...

When I was in 8th grade I knew I was going to kill myself. It felt inevitable really. I was miserable. My heart hurt so much. I felt like I had lived through...

“And by the time I identified as being gay, it was too late. I was already homophobic, and you do not get to just flick a switch on that. No, what you do is ...

When I see her in my head, as I saw her that first time, she is slightly back-lit, slightly bow-legged, with her slightly masculine round face, standing in h...

Here is a secret: both my husband and I are gay. That this is still a secret to so many people has been less about shame—though, we’re Mormon, so, yeah, ther...

I can remember lurking in the corner of the BYU library, way back in the winter of 2004 reading some of the very first posts on Feminist Mormon Housewives. T...

I am a well known artist in the Mormon community and have received numerous commissions to paint portraits of LDS general authorities, produce illustrations ...