How are the alcoholic and the sober similar? To the alcoholic, he can choose the bottle and his beloveds. To the sober, she sees that the bottle has become his beloved. To the alcoholic, self-indulgence is no vice. To the sober, she asks where his moderation ends and a bender …
I remember sitting in a park around this time last year lamenting to my mom that my Spanish speaking skills weren’t where I wanted them to be, not to mention that I was consumed by fear and lacking any self-confidence. I insisted that I was willing to learn from my …
Every woman should have agency over her body. Every. Single. Woman. Should have the ability to choose what happens inside her own body. Ideally, the decision of whether or not to continue a pregnancy should be between the woman and her partner. But let us not be naïve to the …
What makes a home? The type of home? Where it’s located? The people inside? The way it makes you feel? Must home be singular? Can we have multiple? Or will there always be one that feels like our truest version of the word? I’ve never battled these questions before. I’ve …
It has been approximately five months since I started living and teaching in Vigo, Spain. Throughout my experience, what first started as peculiarities have shifted into common occurrences. Here’s a list of things that used to perplex me about Galicia that now make perfect sense. 1. Your laundry will never …
Adjusting to life abroad Today marks four months since my arrival in Spain. Time simultaneously moves at lightning speed and a snail’s pace. I remember my first glance at Vigo. My bilingual coordinator picked me up from the airport and gave me a condensed tour of the city on our …
I don’t ever want to stray so far from myself that I can’t find my own way home. This thought has echoed in my mind for weeks now. I look on social to find updates from friends and acquaintances announcing that they’re getting married, buying a home, being promoted, going …
By Living We Learn Vivendo Discimus – By Living We Learn – is a Latin phrase dating back to 1889. Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of vivendo discimus. I am finding beauty in the mundane. Simple moments like sunsets, lavender honey, foggy walks to work, and afternoons spent at …
Today marks exactly 3 weeks since I moved to Vigo, Spain. It simultaneously feels like I’ve been here three months and hardly 10 days. Time passes without notice until I look back and realize all the weeks that have unfolded. Since arriving in Spain, I’ve muttered the phrase “poco a …
Several months ago, I wrote a blog that became quite controversial among my Christian counterparts. Specifically, I observed a handful of commenters proclaim their disapproval of my allyship with the LGBTQ+ community in the church. The disdain came as no surprise to me. Being a Christian that openly accepts AND …
