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• feminism, mothering daughters

  Master of the house

  01.09.13 | Permalink | 2 Comments

  Around the dinner table tonight, Avery told us that her teacher shared the extremely relevant opinion today that “Ms.” is a foolish construction. It was Avery’s turn to tell us one thing about her day. We were fairly swimming in complacent self-congratulation up to that point. Molly got an Elmo toddler bed from the 24/7 [...]

• Being Mormon, feminism, LDS Church, mothering daughters

  by name

  01.07.13 | Permalink | 6 Comments

  Today in Primary the theme was “God is my Heavenly Father. He knows and loves me.” Evidence for this personal relationship and paternal love were three scriptures in which God (or Jesus) calls a person by name. Those people were Enos (Enos 1:5), Moses (Moses 1:6) and Joseph Smith (Joseph Smith–History 1:17). We were then asked, “If Heavenly Father [...]

• Being Mormon, feminism, LDS Church, mothering daughters

  Your contempt betrays you

  12.18.12 | Permalink | 6 Comments

  The pants thing is done and gone ad nauseum. In our house, too. But I have some thoughts. First of all, imagine this: A friend, a sister, comes to you and tells you that she is hurting and that she has found a way to feel less alone, to feel more understood, to stand up [...]

• Being Mormon, feminism, LDS Church, mothering daughters

  Because the Declaration of Independence . . .

  12.05.12 | Permalink | 3 Comments

  This afternoon Callie changed out of her uniform, unloaded the dishwasher, finished her math homework, wrote her testimony in her shiny new “Faith in God” booklet, passed off the first Article of Faith and nagged me to get her to Activity Days on time. Normally I send Avery and Callie off on the three-minute walk [...]

• Being Mormon, LDS Church, motherhood, mothering daughters

  Living up to our privileges

  10.21.12 | Permalink | 9 Comments

  I went to the temple for the first time in a long time on Thursday, and while I felt half imposter-sinner and half conscientious-objector while I was convented there, there was a point where tears overtook me and I felt it was a direct answer to doubts I have been having recently. Doubts about whether [...]

• Being Mormon, childbirth, feminism, LDS Church, mothering daughters

  The Mother-Priest

  09.19.12 | Permalink | 6 Comments

  A week and a half ago I was struck by inspiration in the bathroom (always the shower with the inspiration). The house was blessedly quiet, as I was on Molly-nap-guarding duty while Tom walked with the older girls to the church you can see from our back windows. I was thinking how glad I was [...]

• food, mothering daughters

  adult spaghetti

  09.17.12 | Permalink | 1 Comment

  Tonight I made two kinds of spaghetti sauce. The good kind had onions and garlic and country sausage, a cup of cream and an entire diced zucchini from the garden. The kid kind was just the frugal #10 can of marinara from Costco, unadorned, or if Avery was to be believed, undefiled. Lucy asked for [...]

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