Gays, Mormons, and Love

 The San Francisco Chronicle has a very moving article about Carol Lynn Pearson's latest play as well as her life as a playwright, author, poetess, and Latter-day Saint.

I won't offer any comment other than to say that I was moved by the story and let it stand at that.  The following two paragraphs do make me proud to be a Latter-day Saint though:

Her ex-husband came back to Walnut Creek to die [of AIDS], Pearson said. It happened in the very room where she and her visitor were sitting. Composed in her recounting until this point, Pearson teared up as she began to describe how the members of her Mormon community rose to the occasion. Every night one of her church "visiting teachers" told her to make a list of what she needed the next day.

"It was always done, whatever it was - food, transportation, yard work," said Pearson. "There was no shunning of me or Gerald, not ever, not once. Mormonism can not be easily dismissed in any direction." In Pearson's own cosmology, "we're all in the correct classroom, working out the story problems that we should be doing. And the answer to all of them is: 'How much do you love?' "

Mormon author Carol Lynn Pearson tries to separate church and hate