Exponent II
A feminist forum for Mormon women and gender minority voices
In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, women are not ordained to priesthood offices. The established pattern is assumed to be from God, and thus, must be overturned by God — if at all. However, there is no explicit divine direction to deny priesthood offices on the b…
Eight years old. Two pairs of bare feet stomped on the dock, stopped for a moment, and sprang — one girl diving perfectly, the other flopping on her belly awkwardly, feeling weighed down by the jealousy of not being allowed to wear a two-piece. The full content of this post is av…
Now that I’m a parent, my framework for God is colored by my everyday life. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
I am the CEO in a male-dominated industry and have five children under the age of 12. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
Our firstborn baby, years too early and six days late… The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
Every Needful Thing… [reads] like the ultimate FAQ readers wrestle with on a regular basis…
My place in the Patriarchal orders of the Priesthood has been suspended, likely never to be reinstated. I am a transgender woman, one who has set aside her temple recommend and authorization to exercise the Priesthood by embracing who she is, medically and socially.
The poems grapple with women’s roles in Shakespeare and also in Mormon culture. . . . I’m especially struck by Patterson’s compelling, revisionist lens.
Dear H. & S., Hung high on your grandparents’ living room wall is a grainy photograph taken 36 years ago in Vietnam, the origin of one of the worlds I inhabit. Standing in a sunny courtyard with checkered tile in front of a blossoming tree are a young, thin, and pleasant Ông Ngoạ…
Our “holy places” contest issue.
Many of the contributors explore places that used to be holy or find holy in unexpected places or times. Several others reimagine a holy place.
I. The mountains were parched, their summer thirst unquenched by shallow stores of snowpack. The reservoirs were dangerously low. Each day, the sky (and my nose) filled with smoke that blew in from California forest fires, stubbornly coated the bowl of Utah Valley, and obscured t…