Whenever I read stories like this, I wish there were a GoFundMe type organization where instead of sending money, you can send cards telling the survivor that they are valuable and deserve goodness. I can't imagine going through something so terrible and hearing from the person whose literal profession is to protect…

Actual quote from my former bishop after being confronted by a member of the congregation re: discovering another member is a known child molester, though never convicted (and thus not on any lists): “we do not disclose that information to other members of the ward as it interferes with the repentance process.”

I had a dream the other night that Bernie died. And when I woke up, I had all these fleeting thoughts of how we could do a Weekend at Bernie’s thing to still get him elected post Mortem.

I re-read my comment and realized that could sound like me calling you out. I'm not! I love turtles! Don't tie balloons to buildings!

Also a turtle-loving-buzzkill over here.

Thank you. It was actually liberating. Turns out you're not so worried about going to hell when allegedly the folks going to heaven are abusive assholes.

My experience has been that they prefer if you don't comprehend what you're reading, because otherwise you might be able to detect the bullshit.

As someone who was assaulted by a person described by his defenders as “the most Christ-like person they know,” I feel I can say all these God-fearing folks are doing a terrible job encouraging conversion.

I literally hung up my Christmas wreath right before reading this post. So. Team Christmas

I saw Thanksgiving decor at TJMaxx! There was about 1% as much as the Christmas decor, but it was there!

I can't imagine doing something so brave to advocate for my safety as a child and then be treated as a predator in response. I have so much admiration for this girl, and am also heartbroken that the world isn't yet good enough for her.

The gender reveal cake— cut it open, and instead of finding blue or pink cake, it's Velveeta.

All those non c-section monks are also unclean then, and we should probably do something about those filthy penises that have been near those impossible-to-clean-unnamed-spaces.

Solidarity, Tracy. With my first, the only thing that didn't make me puke all the things was bread and cheese. How I didn't give birth to a quesadilla still remains a mystery.

Also a hiker. I hope your scenery was beautiful and your soul delighted in some colorful foliage.

THATS AMAZING.

I feel fortunate in that the husband and I have alternated between being breadwinners and the stay at home parent, so we have very realistic expectations and a very egalitarian approach.

Not to brag or anything, but my half marathon yesterday was 23 minutes less than that, and I bet I also had a lot more chafing. So. Winning on both counts.

My kids are of the age where they say they want to be cops, because they want to get all the bad guys! Which then turns into a conversation about how sometimes, cops are the bad guys. I used to think that maybe my kids could be some of the good ones! But now I'm jaded and downtrodden and don't think there is room for…

Sending you all the love in my heart. I hope you have safety and support in all the moments this feels present. You deserved so much better.