My friend Camlyn and I started a storytelling collective in my junior year in university. A small group of friends and soon-to-be friends would gather, share food, and tell stories. There was a central theme for each night, but adherence wasn’t strict. Tellers shared whatever their muse dictated; some stories…

On queerness and the Mormon church — Every year for the last eight years, I have written myself a birthday letter. They’re glorified journal entries that distill experiences from that year into meaningful stories. After I came out, I started posting the letters for family and friends to read. Last year, I didn’t post a letter. I…