My Childhood Palate
On other nights, Dad would come out to campfires we were so fond of building, cracking open a big can of baked beans to nestle into the coals on the edge of the pit.
Oops I’m a Troubadour
It’s a pitiful, endearing, and slightly Dickensian image: two pale, scrawny siblings with oversized guitar cases strapped to their backs, walking slowly along a quiet street.
When Your Vagina Doesn’t Work—and You’re Married
Miracles are rare and precious, and the one I’ve begged and pleaded and soaked my pillow with tears and snot for hasn’t come in nearly three years—and counting.
The Non-Reproductive Church
What if there is something more important than the church’s survival?
Cohabitating My Way to Hell
My friend had just described a hypothetical scenario of someone living in direct opposition to the laws of the church, and there I was, right beside him, living that life, deserving of reprimand.
One Body Dysmorphic
You sit inside the dedicated four walls that purportedly house the holy body, but your own body feels bad because you’ve been led to believe you can’t feel anything else.
Sacrificing My Soul on the Altar of Gay Porn
As a woman, I was late to the scene, and as a hopelessly asexual person, the scene did nothing for me.
The Center is Not Here
We can be lamentably blind to the blood on our hands
Sex Ed and More with the Saints
Lesson learned: don’t castrate yourself for God or all of your friends might find out.
“Can Guys and Girls Be Friends?”
When I first heard of the Billy Graham Rule as a teenager, it sounded commendable.
