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Mormon women blogging about the peculiar and the treasured

All Grown Up

My kids and I recently got back from a long driving trip. A very long driving trip. We visited eleven states, five zoos, and put more than 3,000 miles on our minivan. Even though I’d be lying if I said the whole thing was fun (the 20-hour death-march from Minnesota to Texas on the last [...]

Newly Born Lightness

I always forget how to hold newborn babies until I’m presented with one: the small face, old, wise, young, perfect. It’s not just that I forget how to hold them, though. It’s the feelings a newborn baby calls up inside me. I held my newborn nephew Saturday and it made me remember the joy, and [...]

cream of wheat, a concert, and Cather

Have you read the latest issue of Segullah yet? If you haven’t, you’re missing out. Lori Nawn’s beautiful essay, “Cream of Wheat” caught my eye because I grew up absolutely loathing Cream of Wheat. I realize now we must have been eating (or, in my case, gagging on) the instant kind. But I absolutely love [...]

An American in an International Church

What is left of the steam from the potato salad rises slowly, stops just above the dish and descends. Forks are scraping plates with hungry vigor, sausages are being passed from place to place, the vegetables, freshly-bought are crisp with life. Each mouth opens and closes, eyes sometimes follow. A slow, soft sound of pleasure [...]

I Needed to Mop Anyway

Hey Segullah Blog readers, it’s me, Heather H. Not the witty and ever-present Heather O., nor the poetically gifted Heather B. But me, the I-used-to-blog-about-once-a-month editorial staff member who has been scarce as of late due to a beautiful new baby. Do you remember me? Have you missed me?

What have you tasted?

I remember when my first was born and the foreign utterance that crossed my lips to my dad, while I was still in the hospital with my new baby. “Now I know what joy is,” I told him. And he said, that’s right, that’s exactly right. In Darlene’s beautiful poem, in the latest issue of [...]

Oasis or Mirage?

A few winters ago, a few of my siblings and I met for a few hours in Palm desert. We lay on chaise lounges poolside, a hyper-green golf course stretched for acres to our right, a gondola splashed through a manmade canal, and hundreds of palm trees soared above us. It was so lush. Only [...]

Losing Myself and Finding a Stolen Car

This is the classic story of Emily’s Stolen Car: I walked out of the mall and scanned the parking lot for my car. No car. I walked up and down the rows of cars, hunting for my car. No car, no car. It must have been stolen. I ran back inside and borrowed a phone [...]

China, Centerpieces, and Red Satin Sheets

I served on the Enrichment committee for a few years. This was a “stretch” calling for me. I loved working with the other women on the committee. I did not love Making Things Beautiful. I stink at it, and yet it’s a hallmark of Relief Society. Ask me to speak in church with ten minutes’ [...]

Figuring it all out

I know I had it all figured out when I was twenty. I know, because I remember. I was at BYU, my 1980′s hair as big as ever (and beautiful, mind you), my mind filled with the fire of great political philosophers, my heart filled all brimming to the top with youthful pride. The world [...]

Article discussion: Keeping my Passport, or Sorry, you’re stuck, sister!

This is how I interpret the essay Keeping my Passport, by Lee Ann Setzer. Life is tough, and you gotta stick with it.

Too Big to Hold

Today I conquered the deli counter.

Blessings on the food

I hate ants. With a passion. Growing up in Southern California, our home was plagued with them, and it drove me crazy. There is nothing worse than pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, adding milk, and watching ant corpses bob to the surface. It was enough to make an 8 year old who loves her [...]

Helpless

I touched his tiny leg. He started to jitter his leg around. I couldn’t help the tears, I’d tried so hard to not let them come. “I don’t think he likes having his legs touched. He doesn’t seem to shake so much if you try his head or hand.” She was so calm. So composed. [...]

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 [...]

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