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Epiphany
Light is the theme of the day. I love the way fire looks in the grey half light of a winter afternoon around the Puget…
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The Horror of Being Embodied
I’m not sure how to do this. It feels out of place for me to put material about my physical health journey in the same…
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What Blossoms in a Children’s Graveyard
We visited the cemetery today, as is our custom, since November is the month of the Holy Souls, and this week is the Octave, and…
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Stellamaris Sits
Today I did something new: I asked my daughter, Stellamaris, to sit for a portrait. It was a modest, quick little thing. A pencil sketch.…
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Art and Salvation?
When I was in graduate school at the Pennsylvania Academy, a cheeky philosophy student from Temple University said to me: “Art is great and everything,…
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The Stations of Acceptance
It’s easy to look back with sighs of regret, as a mother “in the weeds,” as a person in midlife, having made life’s commitment at…
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A Walk in the Woods with Magdalen
“God made the world, mama! God made the whole world!”
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A Little Piece of my Heart
I made this little oil painting while I was pregnant with my son. Perhaps I was pondering the sure evidence of the love of God…
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The Words of My Teachers : An Invisible Treasury
There was always that hint of self-doubt within my mind as a teacher, especially when faced with a student who is having trouble. ‘Do I…
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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
“Without love, everything is painful, everything is tiring, everything is burdensome. The Cross, taken up hesitantly, is crushing; taken smilingly, by free will, and with…
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Michael Shelby Suberlak 