Remembering Dad
Six years old, I stood behind my mother, staring up at the tall, dark-haired stranger framed by our front door. “You don’t know who I am,” he began. “Well of course I do,” Mom replied warmly. “You look just like him. He isn’t here now, but please, come in.” It was Greg, my father’s grown [...]
New Friend
This week I’ve been getting to know Susa Young Gates. The daughter of Brigham Young and Lucy Bigelow, his twenty-second wife, Susa was no ordinary woman. The following excerpt from Mormon Sisters, by Claudia Bushman, describes, some of her accomplishments. “During her lifetime of seventy-seven years, she was a prolific writer, musician, genealogist, teacher organizer, [...]
Hold to the Rod
“MY MIND SPUN IN DARKNESS as I tried to comprehend the twilight zone this special day had become. Caitlyn, my eight-year-old daughter, was sitting in fetal position in the dressing room. The meeting should have started ten minutes ago, yet her baptismal outfit was still hanging on the door. As she rocked, she argued with herself [...]
I Count
I was standing in the middle of my kitchen, surrounded by piles of dirty dishes, tired from holiday preparations and pregnancy hormones, worried about an upcoming sacrament meeting talk that I hadn’t even found time to start yet, and frazzled by a long day of attending to the children’s needs, when it hit me. This [...]
Hungry?
I stretched back, luxuriating in the warm water, watching the stars through rising steam, and reflecting on the wonderfully nourishing evening I had just spent with a group of friends. After sharing a potluck dinner (tabouli, garlic bread, hummus, fresh fruits and vegetables) outside on a beautiful late summer evening, we took turns sharing books, [...]
Looking for Angels
I started watching for angels six years ago.
The Spirit of Freedom
I need some help here. We’ve been talking rebellion at my house all day.
Condoms Are Sexy
Or at least that’s what middle school students are now learning, according to this article from Meridian.
Calling All Writers
The deadline for Segullah’s fall issue is April 21st. Check out our submission guidelines. We’re hoping to read your essays and poetry on the topic of consecration.
Am I Feeling Fulfilled Yet?
“I’m bored. I’m so excruciatingly bored that I can’t stand it.” I tried to muster up some sympathy as Don looked up at me piteously. “I need to be splitting wood. I want to be outside working. Last night I had a dream that we were vagabonds, wandering the streets, sleeping on other people’s front [...]
Enough Already
I loved Valentines’ Day when I was a little girl. First thing in the morning I ran into my parents’ bedroom, where there was always a big box of chocolates waiting for my mother and a little red heart-shaped box with four chocolates waiting for me. I matched each of the chocolates up to the [...]
Nine More Days
The submissions deadline for our summer issue is February 1st. We’re hoping to hear from you!
Patience
Patience. I’ve learned a lot about that word since my husband got sick two and a half years ago. Of course I’ve learned lots of other things too. I can tell you how standard lyme tests have a false negative rate of 40 percent or more, which led to a delay in Don’s diagnosis. I [...]
Happy Literary?
Zero. That’s how many women have admitted to being happy so far in response to this post. And should we expect anything different? After all, Segullah blog is associated with a literary journal. And aren’t literary types usually depressed?
To be an Help Meet for him…
I’m a person who believes in equality, fairness, and logical thinking. I’m also stubborn, independent, and outspoken. When my first daughter was born nine years ago, I wasn’t about to become a traditional wife and mother. Because of that back story, and the events that followed, I was fascinated by Sharlee’s comment about not being [...]
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