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The (p)Arty Animal
My middle child, Magdalen, turned three this month. We decided to throw her a nice, big birthday party, the theme of which was: “Tyger, Tyger,…
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Nurturing the Artist’s Creative Cycle
These children are not worried about output. There is no pressure for them to make anything, or to have anything to show for what they’ve…
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An Artist and a Mother
I am slowly beginning to realize that there is still some kind of false choice being proffered here. There is some sort of repulsive-charge between…
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Words Underground
It was another “medicine walk,” as I call them. These have become indispensable. I’m not able to describe what goes on during my medicine walks…
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A Little Grief
The bond with one’s own pre-born baby is a bond more basic than fondness. It sits deeper than personality. It is a bond made irrevocably…
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Meeting Another Mother on the Way of Sorrow
Her name is not really “Laurel” but I’ll call her that. She’s a Catholic friend of my midwife who has been an invisible helper to…
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Looking at Pictures Again
There was a time in which I was a little girl, frozen still, on the floor, gazing into a book at a painting by Balthus.…
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Our Lady of Sorrows
I had heard of the Seven Sorrows Rosary many years ago. I was curious about it back then, when I was a single, new, “baby”…
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Pilgrim with a Pencil
It is important for me to keep writing. I have a physical journal where I put things. I put a hell of a lot of…
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Michael Shelby Suberlak 