I still remember when, shortly after moving into our ward, my good friend Melody was approached by a sister in the ward regarding some enrichment activity. Apparently the woman had mistaken her for another single sister who lived a few houses down the street. As Melody kindly straightened her out the woman abruptly said, “Oh. You’re the other one.”
Over the past few years, since they’ve really been emphasizing that you should only be bearing brief testimonies about the five key points of the gospel, I have more or less stopped bearing my testimony. I’m not sure who would want to hear me go up to the pulpit and recite a list of five …
I still remember how excited I was when we moved out of the dark basement apartment in my single cousin’s bachelor pad and into our first home. It was a hole (a tiny one at that). But it was in a nice neighborhood, close to my husband’s school, and it was ours.
Our new ward was so great. They knew all about us and had our names and pictures in the ward directory before we even closed on the house. We quickly became the new “it” couple and even though we had two young children we were immediately put right to work in the very large and involved Young Men and Young Women programs. There was only one problem.
The global economy is in the toilet. A close relative of mine is looking at being laid off just before the holidays. My friends whose husbands are contractors were turning work away just six months ago. Now their work–and thus their livelihoods–have slowed to a trickle. I’m sure this Segullah reader isn’t the only one who is taking a cold hard look at what lies ahead and considering changing up the game plan. (In fact, I recently learned that higher ed enrollment rose almost 10 percent locally in recent months.) She would love to hear your suggestions, things you’ve maybe learned the hard way, as well as your success stories.
My husband and I are in our late 30s with four children. I’m a SAHM and my husband works as an aircraft mechanic. Things aren’t going well at work, and his efforts to find a new job these last months have proved fruitless.
Today’s two-part discussion for Ask Nine Women comes from another anonymous reader (or two). But it could have come from anyone. Isn’t that the beauty of it? My mother would probably be horrified, but when I think back on the family dinners I knew as a child, I remember one pound of ground beef magnified …
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Today’s question comes from Tonya, who is, I know, not the only one with mixed feelings about Relief Society–the meeting, not the program. Thanks Tonya!
Yesterday at a family dinner my sister asked me if I went to Relief Society. I said yes, but I don’t love it. That led to quite the discussion. It seems in her ward MANY active women, who should be going, don’t. I said it was about the same in my ward. I certainly struggle with staying for all three hours. I know I should, and now that I have two older daughters in with me, I feel like I need to set the example. But I can’t say I’m happy about it.
Wanted: More reader submissions for Ask Nine Women. Please submit yours at askninewomenATgmailDOTcom. Today’s question for Ask Nine Women comes from Wendy, who writes the following: I need to hear some experiences or insight into the difference between the Gift of the Holy Ghost that LDS are given and the influence of the Holy Ghost. …
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The food flashbacks triggered by both posts reminded me of many a time I sat alone at the dinner table–hours after everyone else had gone off to play–trying to gag down a serving of cold liver and onions, because I wasn’t allowed to leave the table until I had cleaned my plate. The clean-plate rule is one of the parenting tricks I abandoned when I became a mother. But I find it interesting that one of my siblings–who surely hated that rule as much as I did when we were children–has established a similar rule for her own children.
Last week I went to the grocery store and while I was casually meandering past the aisle of rice and beans I got quite a shock.
The rice row was completely empty.