Here’s how this week’s arts and culture column begins:
My path as a woman has been far from cookie-cutter. Years as an active alcoholic barfly left wounds that, decades later, I’m still working through. A marriage ended in divorce and annulment. I am childless and unmarried.
And I celebrate, exult in, embrace, and increasingly marvel at my womanhood.
Though I’m way past childbearing age, in Christ my life bears ever richer fruit.
The culture, by contrast, has now succeeded in almost completely pathologizing womanhood. Puberty, menstruation, our attractiveness to men, our capacity to bear children, our longing and fitness for marriage and motherhood, menopause: every facet of our lives, we are told, consists of unremitting pain, shame, and oppression.
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