It’s really hard for me to talk about race because it’s really hard for me to care about race. Part of my indifference is due to the fact that I really don’t know how to be anything other than white. It’s not my fault. I was born white in a small town in Utah where…… Continue reading Why Race Doesn’t Matter to Me
It was embarrassing, but there I was, a 13-year-old standing in his parent’s bedroom crying about the monster under my bed. I’d gone to bed as usual, but soon after heard groanings from beneath my mattress. I lay quietly listening, trying to catch a hint as to what it was, but when it suddenly let…… Continue reading How Are You Dealing With the Monster Under Your Bed?
I have a confession to make. Yes, another one! I have been a closet Utah Mormon Hater. This will require some explanation. I was born and raised in Utah and have been a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS Church) my whole life. I guess, technically, that made me a…… Continue reading Confessions of a Utah Mormon Hater