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Thought I should put these words out into the universe and make my intentions known in case the universe―or any really forward-thinking eye doctor or visionary―is listening: I WANT MY EYESIGHT. Continue reading
What would you do if your Mormon stepfather pinned you down and tried to cast Satan out of you? For thirteen-year-old Ingrid, the answer is simple: RUN. HIPPIE BOY: A Girl’s Story, is now available on Amazon as an ebook for $2.99. Continue reading
My dream for my memoir, HIPPIE BOY: A Girl’s Story? A best-selling e-book, optioned movie rights, a sponsorship with Dr. Pepper and an ongoing speaking tour. Continue reading
After years of silence over the abuse and oppression she endured, Stephanie Durden Edwards has claimed her voice and is speaking out. Below is a powerful, beautiful poem she recently wrote about finding her voice. Continue reading
Dad and I were vagabonds.
It’s a lifestyle he’d been living for years, and one I had begged to join since I was four.
Now that I was thirteen and on the run from a cruel Mormon stepfather, he and I had finally joined forces and had become two of the best tool hustlers to hit the Midwest. Continue reading
On June 9, 1978, the Mormon Church suddenly reversed its policy denying black people equal rights in the religion. Now, thirty three years to the month after the Church reversed this racist policy, a black Mormon priesthood holder is defending the discrimination, calling it part of “God’s unfolding plan.” Continue reading
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing … Continue reading
How do you face down abuse and religious extremism as a child? And where does the responsibility lie? With the Church doctrine that facilitates the abuse, or the people who perpetrate the abuse? Continue reading
We were poor when I was growing up. So poor that we depended on free lunches at school, WIC food vouchers from the government, and occasional trips to the Church welfare office to eat. But our daily struggle to survive … Continue reading
When I was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa seven years ago, my retinal specialist handed me a scrap of paper containing the phone number to the Center for the Blind. He told me I could forget about a cure — at … Continue reading