Category: Our Lady of Sorrows
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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 but not yet fully realized. The satisfaction of loving is in knowing the other, but I can’t really know Doloran as I know my living children. And that is perhaps…
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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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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. I was gazing at another pensive little girl, who was gazing back at me, perhaps lost in dreams of adulthood herself. I wished someday that I could paint her, too.…
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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 