In navigating her life as a free-spirited Mormon, each of Earley's poems expresses the tension she feels in adhering to and expanding the confines of her faith. From awkward first kisses shared on a church couch to refusing to talk to men who are not Mormon "lest I fall from grace, on my ass," her poems remain funny, wry, thoughtful. Despite the promise not to talk to non-Mormon men, her final poems detail her marriage to a Catholic husband who offers Hail Mary prayers after a lost pregnancy while she struggles to find comfort from an elusive Mother in Heaven. Despite their differences and moments of heartache, they thrive, allowing themselves to "imagine we're floating in bright bubbles of light." It is an emotional roadmap for anyone else facing such tensions, joys, and accommodations.