Her name was Eudocia Tomas Pulido. We called her Lola. She was 4 foot 11, with mocha-brown skin and almond eyes that I can still see looking into mine—my first memory. She was 18 years old when my grandfather gave her to my mother as a gift, and when my family moved to the UnitedContinue reading >>
Do not worry: staying faithful in frightening times
Do not worry about tomorrow, tomorrow will take care of itself. I was 14 or 15 when I first read that passage from Matthew 6, and it stuck with me so forcefully that I clipped it from whatever youth group handout I had found it in and posted it on the cork bulletin board inContinue reading >>
Trying to be tough: the cultural poison of bravado
I was in high school when the OJ Simpson verdict came down. I hadn’t followed the story with any great care, and I didn’t really have an opinion on it. But when I heard the news from a fellow student at our lockers, I muttered “he should have fried.” Immediately I felt uneasy. I didn’tContinue reading >>
Remembering Jesus
Holy Week is here, and I am remembering. Through the challenging years that I was very sick, the Triduum frequently took on special meaning. My heart was fragile and understood the drama and trauma of Jesus’s Passion. The year that included two surgeries I gave up on Lent halfway through, so exhausted by the sacrifice ofContinue reading >>
Why I’m not impressed by wealth
Around Boston there are many neighborhoods where grand manses sit imposingly behind gates, surrounded by perfectly manicured lawns, with wildly expensive cars in their large garages. I can’t remember exactly when I realized that such a lifestyle was out of my reach, but I am grateful that it was around the same time that IContinue reading >>
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