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…
I have never been hospitalized as a sick person until now; only well with babe in arm, grateful for food prepared and luminous face to behold. But being poked and prodded and asked for bowel history feels different without a wriggling byproduct to render it all worthwhile I like to believe circumstances, even unpleasant ones,…