Spain, 1936-1975
For thousands living abroad or in Spain, wondering and waiting, the years dragged on and on.
For thousands living abroad or in Spain, wondering and waiting, the years dragged on and on.
I started being an English teacher abroad, then I stopped. Then I started being a nuclear electrician’s mate, then I stopped. I started being a butch lesbian, then I stopped.
When I walk through the blue door, now it feels like a home—my home.
Recently, I have been asked more and more to pray outside of the rooms of patients who are very sick with the coronavirus.
I used to think “living deliberately” meant doing crazy things, making wild memories.
I have not felt my sharpest lately, which surely has a lot to do with *gestures broadly* all this.
The cats were all female for their presumed docility in the stressful endeavor of flying into space.
A Deer’s Cry therefore asks us to reconsider our assumptions about divine help and protection.
I don’t want to be the kind of camp counselor who is raising a new generation of middle schoolers who have 786 pins on their wedding board on Pinterest.
Oftentimes, when I think about the amount of my life that I’ve spent playing video games, I cringe.