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The Woman as Artist
" . . . I believe that each work of art, whether it is a work of great genius, or something very small, comes to the artist and says, “Here I am. Enflesh me. Give birth to me.” And the artist either says, “Be it unto me according to Thy word,” and willingly becomes the … Continue reading The Woman as Artist
A Mother’s Cry
I raised six children. All that work? WHY?! It is real. Maybe that is the only reason, I don't know, but I do know raising children is good because it is real. It is the most awesome privilege. Nothing compares to molding a human being. What could be more significant than the forming of someone, of … Continue reading A Mother’s Cry
