[For the prequel, see this post] Utah, 2018 It was one of our last weeks in married housing south of BYU campus before moving to the...

I tried to write a sad poem because the ache had gone from my head to my chest and I Couldn’t remember why it was I’d decided to take a...

A thousand years ago I stood on the passenger seat of your car, head through the skylight, arms high up in the darkness, hands waving at...

I wish I could understand it. I wish I could explain it. When he’s here the grief is overwhelming. The grief that it’s not her. The grief...

In the evening when the boys have gone to be with you my fingers trace the edges of book bindings. I trace them like old memories of when...

My husband is still my husband even though my body has nothing left to give him when we are stripped of all mortal attachments. When we...

You were not one to see details in faces, until hers – flecks of gold in her eyes, age-worn parentheses framing pink lips, undulating...

Some days are easier When I don’t see you like that Where we are just friends And we laugh And eat And cry Some days are harder When I...

Six years down the road perhaps there will be another woman who will stir heaven in my solar plexus. Perhaps the sound of her laughter...

A random algorithm played one of your songs today. I listed to it once, twice, three times before I stopped to ask myself why we push on...

“There’s a family moving into the ward.” I look up from my laptop and pull out an earbud. “What?” “They’ve got a daughter, a little older...

My husband and I named my wife In the corner of a Wendy’s parking lot. Me, scrolling through baby names — Him, eating a cheeseburger....

When I was in 8th grade I knew I was going to kill myself. It felt inevitable really. I was miserable. My heart hurt so much. I felt like...

When I see her in my head, as I saw her that first time, she is slightly back-lit, slightly bow-legged, with her slightly masculine round...

Here is a secret: both my husband and I are gay. That this is still a secret to so many people has been less about shame—though, we’re...

I can remember lurking in the corner of the BYU library, way back in the winter of 2004 reading some of the very first posts on Feminist...

I am a well known artist in the Mormon community and have received numerous commissions to paint portraits of LDS general authorities,...