Since When Am I A Grown Up?
Late 1980’s I’m freshly, garishly dressed, having spent most of my Saturday morning watching the latest music clips on Rage. The inspiration is obvious. My hair is teased at least a hand’s height above my head, I’m still trying to unstick my eyelashes from the deluge of hairspray I’ve used and my outfit is red [...]
To rip or not to rip…
While visiting with a friend a few weeks ago, I casually mentioned that I edit my journal. Once she started breathing again and retrieved her jaw from the floor, she spluttered, “But you can’t do that–it’s history!” (Guess what she majored in? Yup, history.) So we talked about it, and in the end, we agreed [...]
Double Consciousness
As a graduate student, I spent some time pouring over old microfiche records of The Woman’s Exponent (incidentally one of the first lasting magazines published by women for women in the American West) and other works by and about early Mormon women. Repeatedly, I was struck by these women’s firm insistence in their own dignity, [...]
Be not silent, nor unquestioning.
Religious persecution is not a cross I have to bear. Although at times I feel like a stranger in a foreign land when it comes to the beliefs and convictions that separate me from the general populous, I have only to glance backward at history to know that I have been born in an age [...]
In the Season of Giving: A Trait to Cherish
My mom, Priscilla, was a highly sought-after commodity in the prime of her single years. It was 1959. She had a nice Italian boyfriend who wanted to marry her. Her father strongly disapproved. Her high school sweetheart was an enlisted man, with no college education. He would ask for her hand regularly; every leave provided [...]
No Respecter of Ornaments
“Do we have to put them all up this year?,” my husband grumbles as he shuffles down a few trees and a dozen freezing cold boxes from the attic. “Yes, all of them!,” I assert, with some insistence. “In the Graff house we are no respecter of ornaments. It’s a matter of principle.” Everyone is welcome [...]








