Who?
Jill Mormon is my spin on the term Jack Mormon, because, well… I’m a woman. A “Jack Mormon” is a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints who who rarely or never practices the religion, but is still friendly toward the church. Some still support the goals and beliefs of the Church, but for various reasons choose not to attend services or participate in church activities. There are many variations on this explanation, but this is the one that fits me best at the moment.
I am not happy being Jill, for various reasons. I’m working on rectifying that problem. I started this blog because 2008 is a turning point of sorts for me. It’s the evolution of a woman who has long forgotten and neglected herself, and who is on the road again to discover who she is now.
Let me be clear - this site is not intended to bash the Church, or cast judgement or any other negative energy. It is simply my own thoughts, feelings, daily life journaling and the like. It is long overdue. That being said, sometimes I cuss too much and I don’t suffer fools gladly. If you’re here to show me the “error of my ways”, don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya. I will find my way in my own due time.
I am married to a fantastic man. We have a son with Autism and Asperger’s Syndrome. We are a twenty-something couple with 5+ years of marriage under our belt, and are currently working toward a debt-and-stuff-free existence. We don’t make much money, but we’re happy and still plodding along doing the best we can like most other folks.
Besides my family, I am passionate about photography, music, and books. Politically I lean toward Libertarianism, but loathe politics and rarely discuss them. I am also rapidly approaching 30 and a huge fat cow.
I’m rectifying that problem, too.
Contacting Jill
You’re welcome to e-mail me at my gmail. It’s the same as my site URL, except, ya know, it doesn’t have the www or the .com.
If my need to fool the e-mail spam bots has left you confused, just comment me with your info and I’ll e-mail you.
Oh yeah… be nice. I’m probably a stranger to you. I’m sure your Mama taught you at some point that being an ass to strangers (not to mention friends) is wrong. I’m a person, not just words on a page.
