I. Breast, n. either of the pair of mammary glands extending from the front of the chest in pubescent and adult human females and some other mammals the seat of emotion and thought[1] When my breasts started to develop in early puberty, I thought I had cancer. On a family visit to my grandparents’ […]
Brigid Andrews writes about the trauma of birthing and postpartum depression.
Certain strands of friendship can cross distances, but others—regretfully—are broken.
Cathy Warner offers a segmented chronology of her prayer life, an ongoing search to rest in the love of God, even “beyond words.”
Marci Rae Johnson, in “Desk, with Window Frame and Heaven,” offers a sketch of a private room, an unopened window, a sad Jesus on a simple crucifix, and the billowing of both clouds and desire to open and be opened, to see more than “the words behind [our] eyes.”
