I am a mother and a theologian. These two facts belong together, inextricable as they are for me and my experience of them. I was pregnant with my first child as I began my doctoral work; I carried her to French and German exams and interminable seminars. I brought her as an infant to a reading course on Ricouer, her own little board book in hand. I nursed her during a first-year colloquy that was a waste of all of our time, my male colleagues kindly enduring this. I was hugely pregnant with my second son when I defended my prospectus, and he lay and then crawled beneath my desk as I wrote my dissertation. These little ones and their demands have always populated my work and how I think.
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