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12TH DAY OF SEPTEMBER I am commanded to write an account of my days: I am bit by fleas and plagued by family. That is all there is to say.
Corpus bones,
Catherine, called Little Bird or Birdy, daughter of Rollo and the lady Aislinn, sister to Thomas, Edward, and the abominable Robert, of the village of Stonebridge in the shire of Lincoln, in the country of England, in the hands of God. Begun this 19th day of September in the year of Our Lord 1290, the fourteenth year of my life.
7TH DAY OF MARCH, Feast of Saint Perpetua, who turned into a man and trod on the Devil’s head
‘A woman’s tongue is her sword,’” I countered, “‘and she does not let it rust.’”
“‘Be she old or be she young, a woman’s strength is in her tongue,’” said I.
I have noticed lately how many male saints were bishops, popes, missionaries, great scholars, and teachers, while female saints get to be saints mostly by being someone’s mother or refusing to marry some powerful pagan. It is plain that men are in charge of making saints.
God’s thumbs!
