HeyJaredThe Mormon Mystic
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stop trying to win the abortion debate (opens the original)
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If I didn’t have this vocational call to write, I would consider not being online at all. I am this close to breaking up with Instagram altogether, because the way people engage in that short-form, pithy format is reductive and polarizing. I keep trying to “win” on Instagram (even though I technically know better), and it’s burning me out.Last weekend, I hit a breaking point. LDS church leadership in Idaho sent out a letter to be read over the pulpit encouraging a very specific vote in the upcom
the genius of Ballerina Farm marketing (opens the original)
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I visited Ballerina Farm this summer. I had plans to be in Utah already and had a free afternoon, so I looked up Ballerina Farm tours to see what was available. I’d been reading about Hannah and Daniel Neeleman for years, observing the tradwife movement they have a massive part in creating, reading the think pieces, and here was an opportunity to see a part of Ballerina Farm up close and personal.For $25, how could I not?Subscribe nowI drove to their dairy barn, just a sliver of their 328-acre
my brush with tradwifery (opens the original)
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I’d say that I was raised in a tradwife-adjacent household. My mother was a stay-at-home mom up until I was in high school, at which point she went back to work. If she ever writes about that transition, I’d love to read it, but for now, that’s what you need to know, that, and I know that my mom loved being a stay-at-home mom. Her present mothering and the relationship that she developed with me was the biggest reason I wanted to have children of my own. She and my dad have been loyal and devote
birthday shuffling (opens the original)
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I had a birthday last week. I’ve always loved my birthday, and I’m also at peace with aging. This year I turned 39, and the idea of 40 doesn’t frighten me even a little. Yet for the past several years, I’ve felt out of place on my birthday. Despite my anticipation, my careful planning, my communicated expectations, I wake up on my birthday feeling quiet and a little unsettled. I haven’t communicated this to basically anyone, because it feels like a me-thing. All day I receive lovely texts, phone
the brittle tradwife philosophy (opens the original)
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My biggest fears growing up were cancer, my parents dying, and not getting married. The thought of not marrying young and having kids like I knew I was supposed to filled me with not sadness, but a deep-set dread and fear. The script given to me was both divine and set in stone. I refused any other trajectory for my life.While this isn’t the essay where I’m going into my own experience as an adjacent-tradwife, my expectations for what my life should look like were shadowed by fear of what my lif
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