Segullah

Mormon women blogging about the peculiar and the treasured

Hot Cinnamon Lips

I was in a right hurry when I grabbed the receipt out of the cashier’s hand—on my way home from work to cook dinner for three waiting, gaping maws.  Hooking my finger through the sack of produce, I barely glanced at the lady behind me as I walked towards the exit. Two steps away it [...]

The New Year at Segullah

Three cheers for the sentimental sorts.  I am not among you.  I don’t notice dates, I don’t take note of names, and the only reason I remember my anniversary is that I might get a present out of it. 

Take it Like a Lady

“Oh, it’s nothing, it took no time whatsoever,” you tell the Relief Society president, when really it took hours. “No, I really hate the way it makes me look,” you said to your husband. “Ugh, I need to get it cut, it’s so scraggly,” you griped to your friend when she said how cute your [...]

The Bishop or The Senator?

Last week the presidential campaign of McCain/Palin announced that they refused to grant interviews for Sarah Palin until she was treated with “deference.” This struck me as kind of amusing.

Primary and All Manner of Gnats, Flies, and Frogs

My entire life has been spent in utter dread that one day I would be called to Primary. I should explain that I have never really liked kids. I was not the teenager who baby sat because she loved being with children (just the greenbacks, please.) I was not the girl who wanted to hold [...]

Showdown at the Ninth Ward Chapel

Even though the clock showed 11:10 and the bread had just been passed, it felt like high noon in the foyer.

“…And Please Bless”

My preschooler’s foot kicked my leg in protest and I stifled a yelp. I tried to maintain the pretense of my eyes being closed by squinting from the bottom of my lids while wrestling El Guille to be quiet. From the pulpit Brother Soandso droned on and on while the clock in my head continued [...]

Trek to Church

When winter comes to Vienna, so does the arctic air. I have never, ever, in my life been as cold as I was in Vienna. The ceiling opens up and the arctic air blows into the city and the surrounding villages. When you first see the Viennese women in their fur coats–sable, mink, lynx–you might [...]

Leap-Frogging Forgiveness

My mother is petite and has sewed her entire life, making suits and other perfectly tailored items of clothing, to fit her small frame. Over the years she assembled a large number of beautiful hand-crafted clothes. A friend of mine, a recently divorced single mom, was about to enter the workforce for the first time [...]

I Have a Secret

Shh, don’t tell, I don’t have a calling right now in my ward. I was released in May of this year from Young Women, after seven years. I’ve been through two presidencies and thousands of girls. OK, not thousands, my ward is pretty small, but I’d seen my fair share of beehives make it to [...]

Oh the Glitz and the Glamour!

Carina will be blogging with us during the month of December. She is an admitted nomad who has lived all over the world but after having settled in Provo, says she loves it best. Some guy talked her into marrying him and then they were persuaded to welcome two rapscallions into their home. In addition [...]

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