I’m going to make a post right now that’s going to be super short.
If you want to read the rest of this article, go ahead.
If not, that’s fine.
As you can see, this is a post I wrote in January 2017, when the blog was just a concept.
It’s the first post in a new series I’m calling The First Years of the blog, which I’m writing as a way to help you navigate this rapidly changing space.
As I’ve written in the past, there’s a lot of work ahead of me and I’ll continue to write and make content as needed.
This first year will be filled with lots of new content.
It’ll be updated throughout the year with posts I write on specific topics.
It will be a snapshot of how the blog has evolved since I wrote it in January.
But this post will be the first in a series that will be longer, with more content.
And, hopefully, the next.
I’ve spent the past year thinking about what’s been going on in the blogosphere and the church for the past several months.
What I’m talking about here is the evolution of the blogging experience for members of the church, from the days of the first church blog, to today.
Before you start reading, let me set the scene.
The first blog post I ever wrote was a blog post on the church’s first official website in 1998.
It was about a couple of days before the official church website launched in the fall of that year.
The first blog I wrote was about the birth of my son.
The day before that, I wrote a blogpost on the death of my husband.
So this is my first blogpost.
For those of you who don’t know, here’s what happened.
It was the summer of ’99.
My husband and I had just been divorced and the two of us were living with our mother-in-law.
My mother-In-Law was a devout, faithful and extremely religious woman.
I was a more casual atheist.
At that time, my husband had just begun dating a new woman and was starting to explore atheism.
He was starting a new blog, and he asked me to help him create one.
I had always loved blogging, and blogging had been a hobby for me since I was seven years old.
But blogging wasn’t the thing I was passionate about.
I wasn’t interested in making money from it.
I didn’t like the idea of being in front of a screen.
In fact, blogging was one of the things I hated about my job, which was as a news reporter and anchor.
I wanted to make something that would be fun to read and write about.
When my husband and my mother-Daughter-inlaw were living together, my job as a reporter and as an anchor was very different.
There were times when my husband would ask me questions, and I’d often respond with some kind of general comment.
Sometimes he would get upset, but he would understand that I wasn, in fact, just a reporter.
My job as an interviewer was to find out what the hell was going on.
I would ask him about his family, about his life, about what was going through his mind, and about his thoughts on the world.
I often answered questions about my faith and my beliefs, but I also answered questions from people who were asking about my work and life.
On those days, I felt like I was interviewing people who knew me.
During the first few years of blogging, I was working with a handful of people.
A friend of mine worked for the church at the time.
I started blogging to share information on the First Presidency, the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, the Church’s policy on polygamy, the church leaders’ role in the development of the Book of Mormon, and so forth.
I also began to interview members of various branches of the First Vision and other accounts of the Savior’s visit to his father.
One day, someone in the audience asked me a question.
“Why aren’t you blogging about the First Church?”
I was trying to get a reaction out of them.
“I’m doing what I’ve always done,” I replied.
“It’s my job.
Why would you want me to go back to blogging?”
“It’s your job to do it,” the person replied.
Another person asked me how the church was doing in terms of getting members and leaders to go to meetings.
After they said that, the person continued.
“They have a lot to do, and they’re not doing it well.”
“But they are getting better,” I told them.
“And they’re getting better every year.”
The person replied, “And you’re saying the same thing.”
When I told that to a few of my close friends, I realized that they weren’t