The Altar of Her Life
Most new babies come into the world cloaked in celebration and the chattering of new life. What my faith and experience has taught me, though, is where there is something new being born, something old is dying. After spending a couple of weeks with my new-mama sister I was reminded of the sacrificial face of…
She who never stopped talking; she who whipped me with her uniform knee socks; she who can still push my buttons like a master engineer and make me laugh until I pee… my sister became a mother today. I anticipated this event long before I even knew she was pregnant, but I love how the…
In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.” “Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What…