The idea of being wrapped up, especially as the nights grow colder here in Maine, evokes a sense of coziness and warmth.
I read somewhere that Saint Mark the Evangelist is the patron saint of people dealing with insect bites.
When I was 11 years old, I began having head splitting aches.
I am the oldest of three children in my family. My two sisters are my best friends, though for many years before I came to see them that way they were also my worst enemies.
I first learned of Brigid a few years ago while researching Ireland, and discovered that Brigid was another much beloved patron saint of the country, alongside Saint Patrick. I
I didn’t realize I knew Amelia Bloomer even before I read about her for this post. Growing up in a cluster of all-girls, uniform-enforcing schools, I was introduced to one of her lasting gifts to the world first hand: the bloomer.