All praise the lepers, praise the boars praise mud and dust and filth, the flies, metal buildings with metal doors. … More
God sometimes I forget your first languageisn’t English. Not Arabic nor Aramaic–those words you had to learn. We taught youhow … More
I don’t want to be one of those people folded over a cell phone screen like a larva, sucking from … More
God I cannot picture you with breasts and the dark triangular bush from which I emerged, along with all. I … More
The couch in the Jordan River took me by surprise. No, it was worse than that; I felt insulted. From … More
Sometimes I bump into some cool people and interesting stuff, which might not happen if I could see where I were going.
Dark nights happen to some and not others, and only God knows why. St. John of the Cross called it a holy experience. Tell that to my priest, I wanted to say. Tell it to my husband, who still mourns the “nice Christian girl” he thought he married.