There is something about the carefully placed human in women-identifying people that grants us the ability to nearly carry it all. And in the carrying capacity of a self-identified woman, we cannot forget our own human dignity, worthiness, and the reminders of value that we so naturally give to those we carry.

I cannot say that I’ve felt much like laughing as of late. Between feelings of general “church weariness,” election angst, charge conference season… it all feels a bit like living in a giant woodworking vise. The pressure keeps increasing, and with each twist of the handle, I wonder if this will be the one that…