“finding mother god: poems to heal the world”— a conversation with carol lynn pearson

By Brittany Sweeney-Lawson I grew up listening to two Mormon musicals most Sundays: Saturday’s Warrior and My Turn on Earth, the latter of which was written…

in memoriam of monuments, flags and statues: a fond farewell

By Brittany Sweeney-Lawson There has been much ado made about the taking down of statues of historical leaders, both in the U.S. and abroad, as well…

on the back burner

By Brittany Sweeney-Lawson   “Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.” ― Cormac McCarthy Not for nothing is one of my favorite songs, “Break my…

on the process of grieving the true? and “living” church

  I can never decide on a fitting label for myself in relation to Mormonism. “Member,” is out of the question, as I no longer regularly…

eenie meenie miney mean girl- how i became the cady heron of the trump era

  When in doubt, the movie Mean Girls always seems to hold the answers of life’s most primal human interactions. How else would I know I…

would you go to hell with me?

Would You go to Hell with Me?   Would you go to hell with me? I hear the parking’s free I hate for you to writhe…

the immodesty i can’t unsee

“Daily life shouldn’t be a fashion show all the time.” – Leighton Meester.

Oh, but it is.

A constant one. A relentless one.

happy shalloween!

  I know, I know. Most of us are still stuffed from the stuffing (and other delicacies). The turkey has barely been in the fridge long…

looking at the sonny side

There’s nothing quite like the bond between siblings. Something about springing forth from the same womb space really must be a unifying factor. Although as a…

walk the line

Walk the Line I keep a close watch on this heart of mine. I keep my eyes wide open all the time. I keep the ends…

do ask, prey tell

I am a greedy, greedy story reader. I chug down and burp up books like spicy potato tacos during happy hour at Taco Bell. And unsurprisingly,…