My Amazing Metamorphosis

I LOVE breakfast. I wake up hungry. No... starving. My husband thinks I'm crazy. He would not even dream of eating breakfast before 10 am, but then technically, it's not even breakfast, it's brunch. My ten year old son takes after me. He is so concerned with the meal the following morning, that he asks me nightly, what I'll be preparing for the morning's menu. "Good night, Mom. I love yo... hey, what are you making for breakfast tomorrow?" My five year old has it the worst. She breaks down into a flood of tears if she does not eat within the first ten minutes of her morning. I now resort to giving her a cup of dried cereal, while I prepare breakfast. This morning I made German Pancakes. I don't know if the recipe is German or not. When I was growing up, we called it called Dutch Shoes. It doesn't look German or taste shoe-ish. It's just good... Directions for German Pancakes, or Dutch Shoes, or whatever name you make up ...

Today is the one year anniversary. One year ago today, I was a Mormon. My husband was a Mormon AND the leader of our local congregation (called a Bishop). I took my seven kids to church for (at least) three hours every Sunday. Most of my friends were Mormon. Most of my family (and my husband's family) were Mormon. It was all I knew. It was what I believed. It was an integral part of my daily thoughts and actions. That is why it was so hard for my oldest son to tell me. That is why he hid his real self. That is why he prayed fervently and fasted regularly... There was no way that God would have made him gay. Being gay went against our religion. Being gay was a serious sin. Being gay would keep you out of heaven. He didn't plan on telling me. He didn't know if he would even be alive long enough for it to matter. He didn't know what to do, so he stopped eating. He went two and a half days without food, until his sight started to blur. That is when I no...