When I was a little girl, I wanted to marry a good Mormon boy from a large Mormon family, and in the summers, we would flit from one large family reunion to another. Instead I got Dick, who, after surviving my dad’s family’s reunion, wanted to know whether family reunions were a common thing in [...]
I fed Spot and Susan leftover macaroni and cheese after church. I was at the computer (which I rarely am on weekends), suffering from a little post-traumatic stress disorder. Not to belittle those who get PSD from war: sometimes, church IS war. Spot ate most of her noodles and then found some cereal from breakfast. [...]
Question: Did you ever get over your miscarriage? You are the only person that has ever really talked to me about having one, so I hope it’s ok that I ask, but I think I think about it too much, like I was supposed to have a baby last month. My baby would be one month old this week [...]
We went to the zoo today. My dad’s work was having their yearly ‘company picnic,’ complete with catered lunch and crafts for the kids. Dad dotes on his six grandkids. I know this is what grandparents are supposed to do, but he certainly didn’t dote on me (at least, not that I remember from my [...]
Not really. Or if they have, I didn’t hear about it. But Dooce is running ads for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (the Mormons). I am a Mormon, and I love Dooce. These things are not incompatible in my little world, but only because I am complex like that. Does the church [...]
I must warn you: This is not a funny post. I don’t even try to be funny here. But I do gain Greek-tragedy-like catharsis, and so can you! Someone made me mad at church today. Not an uncommon occurrence, though usually I just feel sympathy for the mis-opinionated. Unlike Giselle in Enchanted, I easily recognize [...]
Easter was just another opportunity for me to feel oppressed and traumatized as a child. Like Halloween but with less publicizing of how terribly awkward my parents were — at least we didn’t have to hide in the basement from trick-or-treaters on Easter. My parents were your basic conscientious-pagan-tradition-abstainers. We didn’t get Easter bonnets or [...]