previous: Exit 4: Bountiful, Utah We've got a lot of ground to cover in this section, so keep up and stick close. It was the middle of January 1978 when we moved the ten or so miles up Interstate 15 from Bountiful to Kaysville. We had a bigger
previous: Voices from the Dust: August 1996 from Doug McEntire (d█████████@t██████.net) 3 Sep 96, 1:44 a.m. I have got to agree, that is one wacky religion ... but aren't they all? It seems to me that everyone I talk to belongs to the one true
previous: Voices from the Dust: July 1996 from Bonnie Ricks (j███████@g███████.net) 4 Aug 96, 8:42 p.m. Would you mind putting a notice on your home page about a new newsletter (hard copy) for ex-Mormon women? If you will, have anyone interested in being on the mailing
previous: Voices from the Dust: June 1996 from Melissa Zavala (z█████@b███████.████.edu) 1 Jul 96, 9:35 a.m. First of all, I enjoyed your site, I actually find myself coming to visit often, reading different things each time. Also, I am mormon, and I wasn't raised
previous: Exit 3: Liberty, Utah As the summer of '74 wound to its close, the family moved to Bountiful, a picturesque little city about ten minutes north of Salt Lake City, and I plowed right ahead into third grade. Well, maybe "plowed" isn't exactly the
previous: Exit 2: Grantsville, Utah My father grew disillusioned with Grantsville -- indeed, with Utah as a whole, though I didn't catch on to this for many years -- fairly quickly, if he had ever been "illusioned" at all. So it was that at the end
previous: Voices from the Dust: May 1996 from an anonymous reader 6 Jun 96, 4:43 p.m. I howled. Your story of Canadian terrorism got me through a truly awful three hour corporate conference call. I'm an ex-Mormon as well. I wouldn't say an apostate
previous: Exit 1: Los Angeles, CA When I was six, my whole world changed. From the giant, polyglot world of Los Angeles, my family moved to what seemed like the tiniest, most isolated backwater conceivable -- Grantsville, Utah. Situated in the desert thirty or forty miles west of Salt Lake
previous: Packing for the Trip It was a long time before I really understood what a Mormon was, or that I was one, or even that this meant I was different from most everyone else. I was the first child born to Donald and Ann Shunn, who had married a
From my birthplace in Los Angeles to my current home in New York City, the geographical highway of my life has carried me far and wide across the face of North America. It's been a significant journey—but one that pales beside the less easily traced spiritual road
previous: Voices from the Dust: April 1996 from Lorna Snell (l██████@u██████.edu) 3 May 96, 10:04 a.m. Hi! Mormon by choice here. Sounds to me as though you may have had Mormonism thrust upon you. I will not even do this to my own son. After all,
previous: A Letter from a Friend from Rick Williams 2 Apr 96, 3:45 p.m. I just read your Terror on Flight 789 story. Pretty cool read. Now I have to go back to the glossary and get hip to all the code words. You had an amazing experience,
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