Sunday, September 28, 2025

Restore 2025

It feels a bit surreal to be writing this post on this extremely dark day in Mormondom, with the tragedy coming out of Michigan this morning. I was hoping President Nelson's death would have been the most noteworthy event of the day, but our gun-crazed nation has let us down once again.

This weekend was the fourth annual Restore Gathering, put on by Faith Matters. I have attended every year since it began in 2022. And since I help out with Wayfare magazine, I get free tickets, which is nice. 

As I have done each year, I'm going to describe my experience at and thoughts about the conference. It was a good opportunity for me to reflect on how I can do better. But I often think I'm too hard on myself, so it was also good to think about the things I'm doing well already. Because there is a lot, and I took notes for some things but not for others, this is going to be a down-and-dirty post. There were a number of presenters who only gave brief presentations, so I won't discuss all of them.

On Friday, September 26, I headed down to UVU, and it was the first time Restore was held there. Of course, with it being UVU in the wake of Charlie Kirk, we had to go through security, which was fine. (I haven't said much about Charlie Kirk, because I don't have much to say that others haven't already said, and I was sick of hearing about it at first. I was angry that his shooting got so much more attention than the other equally horrific assassinations that have already happened this year.)


At the beginning of the conference, Arthur Brooks, a practicing Catholic, talked about loving our enemies. I think that's something everyone agrees with, and yet it's also extremely difficult to actually do. He defined contempt as anger combined with disgust, and he said that moral courage is standing up to people you agree with on behalf of those you disagree with. There is a lot of rhetoric about civility and tolerance, and he said those are low standards to hold yourself to. If a couple said they were civil to each other, we would think they needed marriage counseling. And we should love our enemies because it changes us

Joseph Grenny is the head of the Other Side Village, whose mission is to rebuild the lives of people who are homeless/criminals/addicted. I think he's spoken each year, and he's always inspiring. He encouraged us to be intrusive—not coercive, not peeping, but intrusive—in other people's lives, because hiding and faking are "the twin toxins of an exalting community." We should be vulnerable in sharing our experiences and in asking how other people are doing. I could do more of this—but I also think I've gotten bolder in sharing personal things. For example, I was assigned to teach the Gospel Principles lesson about eternal marriage last month, so I talked about being gay during my lesson. At the end of his presentation, he had many residents of Other Side Village come onto the stage, people who have turned their lives around. I tend to be judgmental and angry about criminals, so it's always a good reminder to see people changing their lives. 

Terryl Givens talked about symmetry in nature, and I think his message was that the message of Christianity actually goes against symmetry by prioritizing mercy? Something like that. He is a brilliant thinker who puts out so much content, so occasionally his messages won't resonate with me. (In November 2023, I spent a weekend proofing a book of his for Faith Matters.)

Then James Goldberg, a poet and historian who works for the Church History Department, spoke about imagination. Young children like to imagine things, like being a dinosaur, but we often dismiss imagination. But we need to embrace imagination, and scripture can be an imaginative experience. For example, D&C 19 says that "endless torment" means God's torment, not torment that is unending, which is an imaginative approach to scriptures. 

Then we broke for lunch, and there were some breakout sessions. But I didn't attend any of the breakouts. Since I do copyediting for Wayfare, I took a shift at the table to answer questions people might have had. Someone from the Church History Department said hi to me by name, and I didn't know if she would recognize or remember me, so that was a pleasant surprise. Also, part of my job for Utah Historical Quarterly is to get copies of books to send to reviewers, and I had arranged with my contact at Signature Books to pick up a copy there. She saw me approaching and gave me the book. I took the day off of work to attend, but I was kind of working. I did think it was cool that I get to be involved in so many things.


Once my shift at the Wayfare table was over, I went back into the arena, and my friend Sean met me there for the afternoon session. 

Steven Sharp Nelson, who is the cellist for the Piano Guys, showed a cello that a teenage girl had crocheted for him. Yes, it was a full-sized cello made of yarn (obviously unplayable). He talked about creativity, emphasizing that creativity isn't just artistic endeavors. You can do mundane tasks in creative ways, and I make my daily household chores kind of a game. I think of my blogging as a form of creativity. And if I understood him correctly (and I could easily have misunderstood him), he said we need to be creative in healthy ways, otherwise our brain will be malignantly creative, such as telling ourselves that people hate us. (I do that. I keep a running list of evidence that people don't like me or care about me, and evidence that people do like me or care about me. My evidence that people don't like me is substantial, but my evidence that people care about me is even more substantial.) Creativity is about expression, not perfection. It makes me wonder if I should spend time being creative with things I'm not good at.

Mallory Everton used to be part of Studio C, and so she talked about humor and its benefits. She said that when she worked on Studio C, the director of BYUtv explained that their comedy show was meant to be like the appetizing ice cream to draw people to the broccoli of the channel, i.e., the spiritual (boring) content. She said that made her really uncomfortable. She said that the humor is the broccoli—ice cream–flavored broccoli—because it is nutritious. She shared some funny anecdotes. Sometimes people tell me I'm funny, which can be surprising, since I'm not a standup comedian or anything.

And Mason Allred talked about ways to use our bodies. He discussed spending time in nature and the benefits that has for our bodies—in fact, many speakers mentioned that. I think I do a great job of spending time in nature. I'm actually very annoyed that I have so many things going on right now, because it's the best time of the year to be out on the trails, but I have to spend so much time inside.

Then I was done with the Friday sessions, and on Saturday I returned with my mom.

The first Saturday speaker was a woman named Ashly Stone, who hosts a podcast about returning to church. She told her story about being addicted to heroin and other substances for many years before turning her life around. Her story was interesting and inspiring, but I do get bored when podcasts or presentations are just story without much explanation of why it's significant.

Then Ali Essig spoke about the Word of Wisdom, specifically about eating meat sparingly and the health benefits of prioritizing plant-based foods. I actually eat less meat than the average American, and when I do eat meat, it's often because the prevailing culture makes it hard not to. I personally cook with meat a few times a year. She also tried to connect the Wisdom of the Word of Wisdom with Heavenly Mother, but I found that less convincing.

Jennifer Finlayson-Fife is a relationship coach who discussed principles from her new book from Faith Matters about eros love and masculine and feminine energy. Because of where I am in life, I had a harder time staying engaged in her talk. (Faith Matters asked me to edit her book several months ago, but I declined, because I was getting overwhelmed with all the projects I've been involved with. But I did clean up the citations.)

There was a short presentation by a Gen-Z man named Batchlor Wise Johnson IV about not labeling ourselves. It was fine.

We then heard from a couple named Sam and Jen Norton, who oversee the Church's FSY events in the UK. They spoke at the Gather conference last year, and I didn't really care for them then, so I was pleasantly surprised to enjoy their presentation. They talked about Church culture and policies setting unrealistic expectations for young people—for example, there used to be a policy that only allowed returned missionaries to be FSY counselors, but when they changed the policy, it was a blessing to individuals. There is a gap between the Church as an institution and the kingdom of God. Only 0.4 percent of the Book of Mormon talks about worthiness, but 33 percent of the Church handbook talks about it. They condemned this old fear-based Mormonad. 

Then there was a panel with three gay Latter-day Saints: Steve(n Kapp) Perry, who's in a mixed-orientation marriage; Alisha Anderson, who's in a same-sex marriage; and Ben Schilaty, who's single. They talked about their experiences, and I've heard from all of them before. Those are three separate paths, and they said that people get mad at them no matter which path they are on. I feel that—no matter what decision I make, it's the wrong decision.

During lunchtime, I went and sat at the Wayfare table again. Steve Perry came and said hi to me, and he said he didn't know that someone he knew personally was involved with the magazine. He's a super nice guy, and it was surprising that he, a semifamous person, would say that to me! I also had an interesting conversation with a PhD student (of retirement age) at the University of Utah's history program. And I also talked to a representative from Greg Kofford Books, and I was able to tell him that they had recently quoted me anonymously after I wrote a book notice about one of their books.


I was surprised how busy the tables were, even when it was time for the afternoon session, but I made my way back into the auditorium. We heard from an artist who talked about how compasses (the kind that draw circles) have been portrayed in art over the centuries. I found hers dull, but I'm not an art person.

Then we heard from Jared Halverson, who has spoken each year. (My conservative dad watches his videos and calls him "my chatty guy.") I usually enjoy his presentations. This presentation was about people having personal convictions and spiritual experiences, which he called "Rekindling Pentecost." I didn't love this presentation; I thought the implication was "You need to feel a certain way about God/religion/church, and if you don't, you're doing something wrong."

And then Patrick Mason was the final speaker, and he talked all about being peacemakers. I appreciate the message, and it's so hard to put it into practice.

There were lots of musical performances throughout the conference, and I enjoyed the musical style, but a lot of the content was "God is good" praise music. I'm glad that speaks to other people, but I'm much more interested in songs with practical application, like "Lord, I Would Follow Thee" or "To Love like Thee."

I'm currently an actively practicing Latter-day Saint, and I also have many reservations and participate in church on my own terms. Faith Matters and Restore speak to me in a way that the institution doesn't. (And frankly, the institution can't meet the needs of all its members all the time.) 

I just have a lot of complicated feelings right now:

  • Apparently the Church just filed an amicus brief against trans rights, which is distressing in its own right, but it's especially distressing because it has remained silent on so many of the horrors going on right now, and trans people are already under attack
  • I am very concerned about a Dallin H. Oaks presidency, for a multitude of reasons. Among other things, nearly every time he speaks or writes, he criticizes people who he thinks don't believe the right way. (For example, in his last conference talk, he shamed people who leave the Church, implying it's because they don't read scriptures or go to church. I have been through a faith crisis despite doing those things.) I'm hoping the mantle of prophet softens his heart.
  • I am dismayed by certain members embracing MAGA and political extremism, even though it goes against everything we are supposed to stand for
  • This week was the thirtieth anniversary of the Family Proclamation. I read a few articles that defended it, and they generally consisted of "Marriage is important!" "Relationships are important!" "Raising children is important!" And even "Physical touch is important!" Yet those are all things they tell gay people they can't do. It literally amounts to "You can't get married and have a family because it is important to get married and have a family," which makes no sense whatsoever. The more I think about it, the less sense the Church's LGBTQ+ policies make.
I don't know what my future holds, not even in the next few months. But over the last few years, I have been trying to live the way I want to, not the way other people want me to live.

Sunday, September 21, 2025

Melon Days

My eventual goal is to go to every state park in Utah. Last year, I was looking at Green River State Park, and I thought it would be fun to time a visit with the town of Green River's annual Melon Days festival. So this year I made it happen! On Friday I picked up my friend Ron and drove down to Green River.

I didn't love driving in the dark, especially since I have a glare at night ever since I had my PRK surgery. But I made it safely to the little town.

On Saturday morning, I thought we could just walk from our hotel parking lot to the heart of the town. That was a longer walk than I expected, but walking is good for me. As we walked into town, we saw people and vehicles decked out for the parade. Watermelon really is a striking visual: the green stripes and the red with black dots.


 After we grabbed breakfast, we stopped at the O. K. Anderson City Park, where there were lots of vendors set up, just like you would expect at any given fair. 
There was one booth devoted entirely to watermelon-themed merchandise, so I bought some watermelon shorts.
We sat on the curb to watch the parade. I don't love parades per se, but it's an interesting anthropological experience. There were various local entries, like school bands and mayoral candidates. Different cars had watermelon decorations. But I can't say there were any actual floats. The giant watermelon on the trailer (pictured above) was the closest thing they had to a float.

When the parade was over, we went into the park again, and they were handing out free watermelon slices, which was very generous. It was good watermelon. But I can't say Green River melons are better than most melons. And I also bought a "watermelon Dole julius" drink.


Sometimes I forget how much I enjoy watermelon. What a wonderful fruit! An enormous, visually striking, exceedingly sweet and refreshing globe. If you're going to have a festival about something, it's as good as anything!

Then we walked back to my car. There was a nearby melon stand, and I felt compelled to buy four melons: a honeydew, an orange-fleshed watermelon, a Santa Claus melon, and a canary melon.


Then we drove into Green River State Park, which is the first new state park I've visited all this year. This park consists of a golf course, some camping areas and cabins, and a boat ramp into the Green River. When we got there, there was nobody in or at the river. I inflated my paddleboard, the first time I have used it in 2025. I went for almost an hour, half of that time standing up on the paddleboard. Then Ron used it while I swam. Well, kind of swam. It was the first time I really tried swimming in a river, and the current did make it more difficult than I'm used to. I'm glad I got that learning experience in a slow-moving river. This river was also very silty. I got some sandy deposits in my nose, and drops of water on my goggles were kind of muddy. It was a warm enough day that the swimming was enjoyable, though the water was cold at first. September is so wonderful, because it's summer and fall at the same time.

Green River was the highlight of my week, but of course it wasn't the only thing.

Last week, I decided to continue the Super Mario Bros. celebration by beating Super Mario Bros. Lost Levels on my Switch. This is a very difficult game, and even with the Switch's rewind feature, it was a challenge. Then I learned that there are special secret levels you "get" to play if you beat the game eight times. Why would they even design it like that?! And who would want to play this difficult game eight times just to play more difficult levels? Especially when it was originally an NES game? Sometimes I think I use my time poorly, but then I remember there are gamers like that. I think the phrase "touch grass" is such a useful term, and I'm glad I spent a lot of time touching grass (usually the wild variety).


Sunday night into Monday morning, I wasn't sleeping well for some reason, and it didn't help that my feet were tearing my sheets while I was tossing and turning. 

On Monday evening, I ran on the Wild Rose Trail, and I encountered this small snake. 
I saw an identical snake almost at the same spot almost at the same time of year in 2023. I'm no herpetologist, so I don't know if it's a harmless snake or a baby rattlesnake. It wasn't moving at all, so I decided I was going to carefully go off the trail to get around it. But as I was going around, it suddenly whipped around and started slithering in my direction! So I got out of its way and then safely passed by. 

And Monday night was the season premiere of Halloween Baking Championship. During commercial breaks, I brought out all my Halloween Squishmallows for the season. 


I go into the office every Tuesday, and the museum team hosts a monthly piñata day with trivia about different counties in Utah—the people who get the most questions right get the first swings. We've started doing the quiz on Kahoot, and I got the second-highest score for the trivia about Salt Lake County. For some reason they decided I should get to keep the piñata. Normally I don't like holding on to things like that, but this was a seasonally appropriate piñata that mostly stayed intact. So I'll keep it for a month and a half. 

Last month, we submitted our fall issue of Utah Historical Quarterly, so our colleagues thought we should have a celebration. And they made sure to have fall-themed treats so I could have them. 

North Salt Lake has a wetlands park, and just recently they made some renovations, so I went down on Wednesday to check out what happened. They have added some boardwalks that go over the wetlands, instead of just the paved path that goes on the perimeter. But these wetlands aren't very wet; I think they're going to add some water in the spring. But there are so many goatheads there! Yikes! 

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It's not just watermelon season. It's pumpkin season, which means . . . it's the return of pumpkinundation roundup! So here are the fall-themed flavors I have had so far this season. 

I have bought these Quest Pumpkin Pie Protein Bars several times over the years, and I need to remember to quit buying them. I bought them last fall, and I still haven't gone through them. They don't really taste like pumpkin pie, but worse than that, they are just not enjoyable to eat. There are some protein bars that do taste good (Power Crunch, Fit Crunch, Built), but these are not one of them. 3/10.


Before I officially started my pumpkin season, I had a Crumbl Pumpkin Cake Cookie. I want to support Crumbl after the CEO just came out as gay last month. I really enjoyed this cookie, and it was less heavy than other Crumbl cookies. 8/10.
Premier Protein Pumpkin Spice High Protein Shake is an example of a protein item that actually is enjoyable to consume. I can't say it tastes like pumpkin, but it does have an autumnal flavor, and it's pretty good for something that has 30 grams of protein and no added sugar. 7/10.
I officially reviewed Little Debbie Pumpkin Spice Oatmeal Creme Pies. They emphasize the "spice" more than the "pumpkin," but Oatmeal Creme Pies are already a winner, so I enjoy these. 8/10. 
Pumpkin Spice Junior Caramels are another item that leans into spice but not pumpkin. They are great caramels, but I don't think the "pumpkin spice" element is that exciting. 7/10.
I bought these Startup Candy Co. Pumpkin Spice Hard Candy Drops at Pioneer Day, because the Startup company is two centuries old and based in Utah. But hard candy isn't that exciting, and this isn't an exciting flavor. 5/10. 
Pumpkin Spice Softsoap has a fine fragrance, but I can't say it's pumpkin or spice. 6/10.
Same goes for Beloved Pumpkin & Tonka Shower & Bath Gel. 6/10.
Dove Cinnamon Pumpkin Pie Antiperspirant is the first time I've had pumpkin deodorant. But it doesn't smell like cinnamon or pumpkin pie. It has a creamy scent, like cream cheese frosting, or maybe something buttery, like sugar cookies. It smells like a baked good, just not pumpkin pie. 6/10.
At my job's UHQ celebration, my boss brought homemade pumpkin yeast bread, which was amazing. 8/10. And someone else brought pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, which are always a winner. 8/10. (The other thing was peach cobbler.)
Beloved Apple & Cinnamon Bark Shower & Bath Gel has more cinnamon scent than anything. It's pleasant. 7/10. 
And I also tried Dr. Squatch Drunk'n Pumpkin Deodorant. On the stick, it does smell like spices and cream cheese frosting, like pumpkin roll or carrot cake. But when it's on me, it just has a weird scent, and I'm not sure it's a scent I want in my deodorant. 5/10. I do have to be careful with these deodorants; I usually use spray deodorant, because sticks often make my underarms sore. 

I'm not sure why Harmons swapped out chocolate for butterscotch for these Harmons Pumpkin Butterscotch Cookies. Pumpkin chocolate is so classic, but the butterscotch chips are a bit too sweet. 6/10.
And the Arctic Circle Pumpkin Pie Shake has been a classic for decades, with good reason. Sweet and spicy and pumpkiny. 8/10.
Dove Cinnamon Pumpkin Pie Body Wash does smell slightly more like pumpkin pie than the deodorant version, but not much. 6/10.
I enjoy Caramel Apple Cinnamon Kind Thins. I'm still using a box from last year, and I hope I can find them again if I go through my box. 7/10.
One of my favorite fall meals is Thomas' Pumpkin Spice English Muffins with cheese and a fried egg. The English muffins do have little pockets of pumpkin and spice. 8/10.
At Melon Days, I had a Fruitzle Apple Caramel Funnel Cake. This might have been my very first funnel cake—at least I don't remember having one before. It was a funnel cake with apple pie filling, whipped cream, and caramel sauce. I enjoyed it, but suddenly it felt like too much. 7/10.

Sunday, September 14, 2025

Enjoying September

I'm enjoying the month. September has so many lovely things going on.

Last Sunday, I made grape juice from the grapes that grow in our backyard. Timing the juice is often tricky: If you pick the grapes too early, they aren't quite ripe and flavorful; but if you wait too long, they disappear. We only had a small quantity of grapes this year. Not wanting them to disappear, I picked them. After I began picking, I realized they weren't quite ripe. But there were so few that they all needed to be one batch, so I just finished picking them all and juiced them. They made a partial pitcher of juice. It wasn't super flavorful. But fresh grape juice always makes it feel like fall. 

I also made oatmeal cookies with yellow squash (zucchini) and chocolate chips. I'll have to remember that this isn't my favorite recipe; I'll have to try incorporating the squash into a different cookie recipe.

On Monday, I received the Over the Garden Wall cardigan I ordered. 

I took some mirror selfies, and Google Photos compared it to a picture from 2009. Some people worry about aging, but I think I look better in my mid-thirties than I did in my early twenties.

On Tuesday, while I was doing my BYU job, I realized I didn't remember all the digitized sources I used to use when I worked at the Church History Library, and that made me sad. Less than two years ago, I was still working there. I no longer have the sticky note with the call numbers of the sources I used. The next day, I went downtown to the CHL to look at some books I don't have copies of. I miss the fun projects I got to work on, the easy commute, and being downtown. I'm also glad I don't work there, in case I ever get a husband, and I get to be as unorthodox as I want. But I do miss it sometimes.

On Friday, I joined my parents at Wasatch Mountain State Park. We have been camping there in the fall since 2018 (but not in 2019 and 2022). I really like this camp: The leaves are beautiful at this time of year, there are nice bathrooms and showers, and there are miles and miles of trails nearby. My parents got a new trailer this year; it's their fourth trailer in seven years, as they decide they don't like certain aspects of their trailers. It was my first time in this trailer.

On Friday night, I went running on the Lower Phosphate Trail. As I was running, a flying insect flew into the palm of my hand, and I think it stung me. I have wondered if my hand has been itching because I scraped it against a branch the other day. (When I'm running on the sidewalk, I try to snap low-hanging branches of untrimmed trees. Trim your trees, people!) But today I have a small bump on my hand, so I think I got stung.




Then on Saturday morning, I ran on the Birdie Shot Trail, which, as you might guess, goes near a golf course. Much of this trail was not shaded, and parts were just an open field of wild grasses. I much prefer tree-lined trails. But it still had lovely views.



Yesterday was the fortieth anniversary of Super Mario Bros. for NES, and it kind of amazes me that such a playable game existed that long ago. That was before my time, but my siblings used to play it when I was a small child. I used to think the Blooper squids were cupcakes, Koopa's fire breaths were hot dogs, and the clouds Mario rides were beads.
See, how can that not be beads?
A few weeks ago, I decided it was worth the twenty dollars a year to pay for Nintendo's subscription to old NES, SNES, and Game Boy games on Switch. Mario games are the only video games I play, and even then, I don't play that often. Last night, in honor of the anniversary, I took about an hour to beat the original Super Mario Bros. twice (first and second quests). 
It's easy to do because Switch lets you rewind, which means you don't have to worry about losing lives or starting over at the beginning of a level. Maybe it's cheating, but there are better ways to spend my time than repeating video game levels over and over. It's easy to get nostalgic for those old games—but, honestly, they are dated. Modern game play is more dynamic and interesting.

It's been a while since I've posted AI dream images, so here are some of my dreams from the last couple of months. 
Mark's foot goes through a hole on the pool deck, and it fills with partially digested food
Mark finds a large frog and a small frog in his lunch bag

Feral cats wrap raw bacon and ham around Mark's ankles

The Iranian man tells Mark he can't uncover the storm drain
volunteers build a hiking bridge with a broken statue of Clifford the Big Red Dog and other junk
Mark puts a sprig of myrtle spurge in lemonade
a large, shiny, red spider with black spots lands on Mark's pretzels, so he traps it in a cage with brown stuffed animals

a little girl is mad at Mark when her wrist hurts. She turns into a small mammal and gets chased by a fox

toddlers play in melted ice cream in a refrigerator that has tipped over

Mark watches cars slide down the slushy road from his front window

Mark buys a yellow Peeps-themed pool ring

a TV channel has a "Ginger's Labor Day" marathon of Gilligan's Island