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Waiting for Permission to Live (opens the original)
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Last week I got on an airplane. I scheduled an Uber myself. I took an elevator to the 15th floor of a hotel where I stayed the night. I walked to a nearby concert in a city I had never visited before with only GPS as my guide. I let a random guy advertising a Pedi bike service take my daughter and I back to our hotel in four minutes flat.This probably seems insignificant and mundane to most people. But I have spent a lifetime crippled by fear. I thought fear was my personality. And I thought tha
Leaving Power, Finding Prowess (opens the original)
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In the past six years, my world has drastically changed. I clumsily transitioned from a homeschooling Mormon tradwife to a career woman. I added education and titles to end of my name. I went from serving under Priesthood leaders and submitting names for callings to collaborating on hiring committees to choose candidates for jobs. I run a program, and my husband and I now share running our household. I essentially went from a position of powerlessness to one of power. And I will never have the s
The Middle Place: My Midlife Resurrection (opens the original)
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I love Sunday yoga. Today I thought about how much it helps me connect to my body. I thought about my reclamation of this shell of a woman, who has long lost her usefulness to society, but has so much life to live and wisdom to share. I thought about how much my body can still do. The ways it can move. The ways it can still be useful beyond the capacity to birth and raise children. Maybe I am having these thoughts because my children are quickly leaving the nest and soon my husband and I will be
The Muted Liturgy (opens the original)
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I took a vow of silence.I am not sure when.Was I five, fifteen, or maybe twenty?I thought it was required by GodSacred, Secret, Silence.The triad of piety.The emblem of sisterhood.Of consecrated cowardiceAnd quiet acquiesce.The voiceless refrain.Fear forcing smiles and hush.Doctrine suffocating screams.Duty coercing reluctant assent.The instinctive turning of cheeksWhile covenants quelled swelling indignation.I took a vow of silence.I kept it well.I did my duty.I shut my mouth.I saw, but never t
“Nipples are in, Mom” (opens the original)
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The female body is not obscene, but our obsession with controlling it is. The criminalization of women’s bodies reveals a deeper truth about the messages we teach girls, long before they ever become women.Let me explain. I have a teenage daughter. We talk about nipples a lot. Mostly because I spend an absurd amount of time trying to hide mine. She keeps telling me: “Nipples are in, Mom.” But are they?? I’ve had six babies attached to mine but no matter what I do, I still feel like their dangerou
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