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“You’d Make a Good Bishop’s Wife”: When a Compliment Starts Sounding Like an Insult in Hindsight
A bishop’s wife (a bishop is always married, and to a woman) is held to a certain standard by association. Her role is to support her husband not just with her willingness to come second after the congregation, but by demonstrating to the other women in their ward what it means to be an exemplary “helpmeet.”
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“Atomic Habits” by James Clear and the Self-Care Ritual of Routine: Or How I Plan to Process 2020
I find a lot of comfort in routine, controlling the things I can control when so much of the outside world feels and is so broken. My emotional stamina is currently finite and fleeting, so I have to spend it wisely or risk losing, hours, days, whatever to debilitating anxiety, which brings me to the point of this post: self-care.
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My Body, My Temple: An Appropriation of Divinity
Full-bearded and husky, my tattoo artist was dripping in ink. What I’d assumed at first glance to be benign lipoma in Pierre’s forearms turned out to be ball bearings, at least three in a dispersed line up each arm, bulging under the skin.
