Finding Solace: A Story of Pregnancy Loss and Faith
Content Warning: The following essay includes a discussion of pregnancy loss. When I was standing at the threshold of so […]
Content Warning: The following essay includes a discussion of pregnancy loss. When I was standing at the threshold of so […]
If you’re anything like me, you might have still found scraps of Christmas lying around when you were getting ready to help your children with a school Valentine’s Day celebration. It’s still cold in most parts of the country, and we might still feel a bit of a holiday hangover when we’re not quite sure what to do with ourselves in the days following the Feast of the Epiphany.
Mary was a distant figure for me before having children. As a child she was the part in the nativity I never got to play (my short brown hair meant that I always lost out to my long blond-haired friends). As an adult, to me she was the venerated saint of Catholics, whose hailing brought a comfort I did not understand. I knew she was important, but I could not relate to her.