An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Sundays they camped and read and prayed (and then told fart jokes)

While bathing Leta a couple nights ago I broke into Mormon Hymnal Recitation and regaled my precious babe with a children’s propaganda song. My mother was the local church choir director my whole life so I know every hymn in the entire Mormon hymnal archive…

June 23, 2005

One year ago

Taken by Jon, me shunning for fear of permanent documentation of the black circles of death underneath my eyes