“How did you turn out to be so normal?” I laugh every time anyone asks me this. Friends and acquaintances always do when they learn of my Mormon upbringing.
My spontaneous answer is, “It wasn’t easy.“
I haven’t always felt normal, the way that I do today. When presented with a request for my cultural heritage on documents, my hand wavers between penning in Mormon, or, Italian and French with a little English thrown in. Keep reading →