By Emily W. Jensen I’m eight—singing loud and proud in our Primary program practice. I can see the Primary leaders pointing at me. They must love it! I sing louder. Finally one of them sidles up to me and whispers, “You need to cross your legs, dear. Everyone down here can see your underwear.” …
Category: Issue 186
Generation X and Framing Gender in the Church
By M. David Huston I am a 41-year-old Mormon male—a member of Generation X—who has slowly and painfully come to recognize the gender inequality that exists in my church. Coming to Terms “In the World” It wasn’t until I was married at 24 years old that I had my first real glimpse …
Latter Day Objector
The Story of F. Henry Edwards By Andrew Bolton World War I “The First World War was a tragic and unnecessary conflict,” wrote British historian John Keegan. It was unnecessary because it was preventable—a local conflict that did not need to escalate. It was tragic because around 10 million military and 7 million civilians …
Rorschach Test
By Miguel Barker-Valdez I am a walking Rorschach test. As a physician’s assistant in an orthopedic surgery clinic, patients have referred to me as “the well-dressed Mexican,” the surgeon’s “little Japanese friend,” and most recently, “the man from East India.” Facebook has pegged me as “77% Brazilian, 13% Japanese.” My father called my brother (Paul) …
You Are Whole
By Mette Ivie Harrison I had wanted the diagnosis. I had been waiting for it for months. And still, it hit me hard. It rocked my world and my sense of self. In January of 2017, I was given a formal diagnosis of “high-functioning autistic” (though some people still use the term “Asperger’s,” it …
The Broken Chord
By Dana Haight Cattani I’ve heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don’t really care for music, do ya? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah —Leonard Cohen “Hallelujah” Today I …
The Enso of Christ
By Ted Lee When I was 17 years old, I almost ran away to a Buddhist monsatery. It was a conflux of events that led to this secret desire. I was finishing my senior year of high school and would soon depart for Brigham Young University—a university I did not have my heart set on …