Four Meals with Strangers
Danke, Louise. Obrigada, João. Merci, Jess. Gracias, Vera.
Danke, Louise. Obrigada, João. Merci, Jess. Gracias, Vera.
There is the queer Christian story. And then there are the rest of us.
If I really believe that the Bible was inspired by the creator of the universe, it should be much easier to find that trust than it is with a series of young adult fantasy novels finished a decade ago.
You’ll know you’re getting close to the cashiers when someone tells you to go to the yellow cheese, the red pepper or the green grapes.
We welcomed the hilarity of our mistake, the unknowns of adventure, and the opportunity to give ourselves grace.
Taken as a whole, AmeriCorps VISTA is the lifeblood of nonprofit social service programs in this country, utilizing the interest and availability of young people for the greater good.
The last thing I want to read about is another long and beautiful and solitary walk.
She waddles so slowly and aimlessly on evening walks that it feels like you’re tricking her into moving forward. I swear her body’s just gotten doughier and wider while her head has stayed the same size.
When I first moved to Honduras three years ago, I ate everything my host family ate: beans, eggs, cream, tortillas. Heavy, simple plates—bland, but satisfying. But then suddenly one day, months in, I just couldn’t do it anymore.
I like to term myself “religious but not spiritual.” I enjoy the trappings and rituals of church: the hymns, taking communion, post-service cookies (especially the cookies).