You love me And I don't feel like I'm not welcome When you tell me You only hate the sin How could I think It's hurtful Every time you...

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 know, you say you love us. But you cannot accept sin. I get it, I do. But what you don’t seem to get is that my “sin” is me. You may...

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...

Most of my memories are music. My grandfather sitting at the Tabernacle organ, his fingers dancing across the keys. Duets sung by my...

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