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Listener Esser.

Listener Essie. Welcome back to Infants on Thrones. I'm Glenn Ostland and this is our November 2018

listener essay contest where you the listeners get to say what

you want to say how you want to say it where you want to say it and it is more

than a privilege that that wear gets to be here.

That we get to host these on infants on thrones where so many of us are all infants sitting on different kinds of thrones, right?

Today's essay comes from Christina and his title

just your average not-so-Morman mom and after you listen please go to our

website and vote for it and provide the author some personal feedback.

Winners will be announced in early December.

First place gets $200, second place $100 and third place $50. All right, ready, set?

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I would consider myself a true believing Mormon

six to eight years ago

when I thought things made sense and I could

conveniently sweep my questions about polygamy and the afterlife under the rug

and shelve them in my mind. However, I don't think I ever really agreed or bought into the whole

thing. As a child, I was very much a tomboy and absolutely hated having to wear a dress to church, so much so that my mom sewed me a pants dress with wide legs to look like a dress.

Although I'm cool to wear dresses now, I've never bought into the role of women and felt like an outsider to this

secret club of nurturing mothers. As an adult questions started to form when my

aunt who is gay begin spending more time

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