I’m reeling. I thought I was done sharing my story of growing up Mormon. Now, I’m not so sure. Today, as a human library book at the Downtown Vancouver Public Library, one of my readers was—a Mormon. My “title” for this year was Polygamy and Me: Growing Up Mormon.
In three years of participating in this yearly three-weekend event, I’ve chatted individually with over one hundred people. When each reader sits down to talk to me I usually ask what they know about the religion. As the clean-cut, 25-year-old guy across from me announced that he was a member, I gulped. This was a first. Would our conversation be combative? Keep reading →