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Thursday, November 27, 2008

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Monday, November 10, 2008

In the news.....

As critical as I am about the role of the Mormon Church in the passage of Prop 8--and I AM critical--vilification is NOT a solution.

There are Mormons who support gay marriage. There are Mormons who spoke out and continue to speak out against the proposition. There are Mormons who WILL decide that it is discriminatory to deny gay people the right to marry.

Some very ugly things are being said. I hope that people will stop.

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Saturday, November 08, 2008

My Two Cents on the Passage of Prop 8

I am happy that we have a new president. I'm cautiously optimistic. I'm hopeful.

But at the end of this historic election I am also very sad.

I've read everything that I can on both sides of the Proposition 8 campaign. I've tried to understand how Christians justify their position of bigotry.

They argue that marriage is sacred and that it is between a man and a woman.
They argue that change is bad for our country, for our children.
They argue that children will be corrupted by learning about the love of a man and a man. Or the love of a woman and a woman.
They argue that our culture is being corrupted by this love.
They argue that this isn't about civil unions, but about marriage--that marriage is their term to define, their term to raise their children by. They argue for ownership of this word.

They live in fear.

This is not about children.
This is not about corrupting our culture.
This isn't about marriage and how it's defined and by whom.

This is about discrimination. And persecution. And about second-class citizenship.

It's about civil rights.

The exorbitant funding of Yes on Eight's campaign by the Mormon Church will be seen as one of the ugliest things 21st century Americans did in the name of Christianity, in the name of religion.

This discrimination committed in large part by the church of my upbringing and the consent of my loved ones leaves me indescribably sad.