I take a deep breath and sidestep my fear and begin speaking from the place where beauty and bravery meet--within the chambers of a quivering heart.

Social change can be seen as a mosaic, taking that which is broken and creating something new.

I worry, that we are a people in a process of great transition and we are forgetting what we are connected to. We are losing our frame of reference.

What is private belongs to me alone. What is personal belongs to all of us through the shared experience of being human.

I feel that within the Mormon culture there is a tremendous amount of fear - of women's voices, of questioning of authority, and ultimately of our own creativity.

When I said, "I am my mother, but I'm not," I was saying my path would be my own.

What I fear and desire most in this world is passion. I fear it because it promises to be spontaneous, out of my control, unnamed, beyond my reasonable self. I desire it because passion has color, like the landscape before me. It is not pale. It is not neutral. It reveals the backside of the heart.