Category: Birth
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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 in pictures, though as a painter, I sorely wish I could. That’s why I’m stuck with words. Words in English. Words, words, words. Words like worms beneath my feet in…
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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 me in various ways since my hospitalization last year. For one thing, it was she who brought Thanksgiving Dinner to my dad and girls while Krzys and I were languishing…
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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” Catholic, but honestly, I was a little afraid of it. Somehow, it just felt too heavy; maybe just a little too maudlin for me. Too…Marian? But that was before I…
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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 things on my Telegram channels and chat groups these days, and a sprinkle the rest over my poor husband’s ear while he’s trying to get some sleep. I’ve got to…
Michael Shelby Suberlak 