Segullah Journal

HUME LAKE, CALIFORNIA, 1983. For the very first time, our whole family wasn’t there. My brother was on his mission and my mother stayed home, saying she had to work. My father slumped in his lawn chair while my sisters and I tried to occupy ourselves by weaving wildflower crowns, paddling in the waterfalls, and [...]

VOICES FLOAT SOMEWHERE behind me, low pitched and somber. “Thank you for coming . . . Thank you . . . I’ll make sure she knows . . . Their two sons, just over there . . . Thank you . . . Yes, so unexpected . . . terribly sad.” I wear black, of [...]

“HOW MUCH LONGER?” my eight-year-old wants to know. “Sacrament meeting is over when the long hand gets to the eight,” I hiss. Twenty-three minutes—eons. Please let the closing hymn not be “Love at Home.” A beautiful young woman is finishing up her talk. “I want to close with this quote I found on lds.org,” she [...]

There comes that moment When I realize It’s over. I’ve tried to tell myself He still cares, Still loves me, That he just needs a break, Some time away For everything to be normal again. I know he must feel the same Somewhere in his heart, He made the same vows After all We all [...]