Novalee Mae :: A birth lodge birth

The women sang softly, the gentle rhythm filling the birth lodge. The song washed over me and tears filled my eyes, slipping down my cheeks  as I stood quietly watching,...

Northland Midwifery :: Ada Mae

He met me at the door, relief etched into his tired features.  “She’s this way.” I followed him through their home—I couldn’t help but notice the furnishings were furnishings I...