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About Kellie

(Blog Editor) lives way on the other side of the planet in her native Australia and gives thanks for the internet regularly. She loves books, her boys, panna cotta, collecting words, being a redhead and not putting things in order of importance when listing items. She credits writing at as a major contributing factor to surviving her life with sanity mostly intact, though her (in)sanity level is subject to change without warning.

Peculiar Treasures – 22 September


Do we have some amazing, incredible, bizarre and wonderful links for you this week! The links are grouped loosely by theme (all brought to you by the letter “W”), so read on and have a peculiar treasure or twelve to start your week of well.

On writing: Did you know writing has health benefits, from your lungs to your liver, your mood and healing capabilities? Or watch someone explain “My job is that I lie to children” with humour and a secret door or three.

On wonder: Gather good. Pass it on. Multiply goodness . Also, there’s the love of a man for his wife and God, shared by his son.

On weird and wacky: A carrot for/is music! How to cut cake with science!

On wilderness: Some deep sea creatures have been highlighted, as well as one that looks like a real-life Pokémon. Continue reading

Peculiar Treasures: What Caught Our Eye This Week

Welcome to our second Peculiar Treasures post, where the Segullah staff share articles, posts and other delicious links that caught our eyes, imaginations, hearts and minds!

Is making dinner a joy, drudgery, necessity or something else for you? In response to a recent study finding home cooked meals are not worth the stress and time used to make them, Megan McArdle tells of her reality and shortcuts in the home kitchen.

With recent hacking and sharing of nude celebrity selfies making the news internationally, Wendy Shalit discusses privacy, to what extent we are sharing of our own selves and loved ones, and what we may be missing as a result.

Take seven and a bit minutes to listen to (or read the transcript of) NPR’s story of the poetry and seventy-eight page elegy a father, Edward Hirsch, wrote following the death of his son.

For those of us who like a little more Grimm than Disney in our fairy tales, chances are you’re going to love this guy’s creative Post-It notes. Monsters lurk, and smile, and generally are freaky creatures – while not fazing the humans nearby in the slightest. Warning – may scare young children and some in the general population.

Directly addressing the discussions, arguments and avoidance that sometimes occur when talking about women in the church, this Times and Seasons post outlines the arguments and reminds us “If you take up the most current strands of the argument, or rework a strand from earlier rounds in a way that makes it relevant to the most current arguments, then you’re helping to move the dialogue forward. If you’re merely taking ignorant (or malicious) pot shots at the other side by repeating the stuff that’s long since been answered, then you’re not.”

Want to guess which three little words can indicate if people will still be dating in three months – or who has more power/prestige in a relationship? Hint: they’re words we ignore, but automatically use. A great article for the linguist and word lovers.

With the huge amount of awareness the ALS Ice Water Challenge has been getting, here’s a strong reminder that a diagnosis is not a person, and vice versa.

It’s not everyday (hopefully) that you get an invitation to heartbreak, or hear the call of a loon.

And now, our First Draft Poetry, a haiku composed by Lisa G, inspired by the Times and Seasons post.

Divine Mother, come

This dark glass obscures your face

We wait, hoping, sure

 Please share your thoughts on any of the links above! Happy Monday!

I Hope They Don’t Call Him on a Mission

P and Elder N

Patrick with Elder Nielson, the first missionary he ever met, 1998.

In the greater Brisbane (Australia) city area, if there is a news report of a stabbing, armed robbery, police car chase or drug-related arrest, chances are it’s in the southern suburb of Logan. So, obviously, that’s where my sixteen year old son was called to serve for a week on his “mini-mission”.

Cue parental heart attack, anxieties and worry.

I dropped him off one Saturday morning to the missionary flat, where two elders came out to the car to help with his bike, his suitcase, backpack and groceries. A final “Bye Mum, love you” tossed over his shoulder and I was driving back home, an hour north of where I’d just abandoned my firstborn to the cruel uncaring world. The entire way home I was praying – pleading – with God to make sure Patrick would be well, and happy, and gain something positive out of his mini-mission (and not be mugged, or hurt, or…) Continue reading

The Bishop’s Wife – by Mette Ivie Harrison

What does a knock at your front door early in the morning mean to you: curiosity or alarm? What if you knew a couple from church and one day the wife was reported missing, or her husband said she had deliberately left her husband and daughter the night before? What have you already decided?

So begin’s Mette Ivie Harrison’s contemporary exploration of the world of ward politics, judgements, snap assumptions and above all everyday people trying to make sense of the mess and joy of life, and each other.

I’m usually hesitant to read contemporary LDS fiction novels, as I have read too many which have been formulaic, stilted, in desperate search of a plot, or just painful or boring to read. Thankfully, The Bishop’s Wife suffers from none of these struggles; it’s an engaging read, with a compelling mystery that had me puzzling about the plot as I went about my day, and sneaking a couple of pages in at every opportunity. Continue reading

Thank You, Modern Medicine (and Technology)

“She’s going in now for an emergency caesar [c-section] – his heart rate keeps dropping too much.”

My Mum ended our phone call to chase up the theatre staff, a thousand kilometres away I hurled up some prayers, and less than 10 minutes later I was looking at the first picture of my new baby nephew.

Newborn Joseph

Both my sister and baby J have been given the all-clear, and I have added incentive to finish the baby blanket I’m making for him. In the past twelve hours, I’ve been further amazed and have marvelled at the care and medical techniques available to us today in Western civilisation.

Just think: four thousand years ago women were using hippopotamus dung as a contraceptive, and hysteria was a mental illness believed to be caused by the uterus wandering around inside women creating trouble and weird symptoms. Two hundred years ago leeches and mercury were accepted medical treatments, and hysteria was still a bane to polite society (although a popular “cure” for many was *ahem* literally in the grasp of a small group of investigating doctors). In the early 1900s women were sent to the asylum for conditions such as asthma and unkempt hair. In the 1970s smoking had no known health consequences, and unmarried mothers-to-be weren’t given pain relief during labour. I quite like living in the twenty-first century, thank you very much. Continue reading