While watching the mass on Facebook, on what the priest said was the 16th Sunday in ordinary time, and while trying to make sense of the gospel that centered on ingredients, I thought to myself: God must be a baker. Continue reading Quarantine Diaries #2: Wheat, yeast, and mustard seed

I am sitting on a plastic kiddie chair in front of a kiddie table all alone inside a day care center and feeling, honestly, like a kid not fetched by her parents. Continue reading Quarantine Diaries #1: Stuck at a day care center