Cartas de América #10: a dispatch from my twelve-year-old self

One summer when I was twelve I went to nerd camp in México. There were soccer games and awkward dances and from what I remember, there was a lot of rain, too. I was taking intro to archaeology at Universidad de las Américas Puebla (not to be confused with that other School of the Americas).Continue reading “Cartas de América #10: a dispatch from my twelve-year-old self”

Cartas de América #8: in which even my Latin America newsletter is about Virginia

I didn’t want to take a deep dive into history or current events this time. I just wanted to celebrate that little corner of América today. RFK Stadium when Jaime Moreno was everybody’s hero. The Wafle Shop spelled just like that. Four Mile Run where you don’t need a goddamn permit to play soccer. BilingualContinue reading “Cartas de América #8: in which even my Latin America newsletter is about Virginia”

what on earth is underpinning this provincial life

I saw the live-action version of Beauty & the Beast yesterday (my review: it’s lovely) and I…have some questions about its political economy. The enchantress took away any memory from the people of the castle’s inhabitants, both the prince and his ambiguous servant-aristocrats, “whom they loved.” As a result, this village (which the movie names Villeneuve, in aContinue reading “what on earth is underpinning this provincial life”

Set aside not above

To be consecrated in the truth in this world is to be set aside by grace to achieve a divine purpose wherever you find yourself. You will not fulfill your divinely gifted purpose by hating the material world and living only for the spiritual. You will not fulfill your divinely gifted purpose by hating theContinue reading “Set aside not above”

Cementerio Británico, Buenos Aires

 Cementerio Británico, Buenos Aires 9 de mayo del 2015 That’s the first Orthodox cross I ever saw on a grave. On either side of an austere Anglican chapel holding court in Chacarita are rows and rows of these three-bar crosses, poking out into the leaves in memory eternal. They stud the British cemetery in BuenosContinue reading “Cementerio Británico, Buenos Aires”

magnolias can bloom

This is a picture of what I thought, until today, all magnolias looked like. It’s a magnolia grandiflora, or the Southern magnolia as it’s mostly called, native to the southeastern United States. The one that was in my backyard in Alexandria, Virginia, until I was eleven or so, was probably among the northernmost. And IContinue reading “magnolias can bloom”

Best of 2014

Once again, I’m jumping on Eve Tushnet’s “best-of” train. Here’s the best of the books, movies, etc. I enjoyed this year! I already made a post about the best books I read this year, but I’ll be brief here: the best non-fiction I read this year was David Goldblatt’s The Ball Is Round and theContinue reading “Best of 2014”

Holy Saturday

While Christ lay dead the widowed worldWore willow green for hope undone:Till, when bright Easter dews impearledThe chilly burial earth,All north and south, all east and west,Flushed rosy in the arising sun;Hope laughed, and Faith resumed her rest,And Love remembered mirth.  “Easter Even,” Christina Rossetti (x) It is hard for me to accept that itContinue reading “Holy Saturday”

Little Walsingham

I am always grateful to small English villages that provide their own descriptors. Such a village is Little Walsingham. There is, after all, only one way for a village called Little Walsingham to look: stranded in grassy plains and smooth hills, made of grey roofs and dusty rain. There are locals, but I can’t seeContinue reading “Little Walsingham”

the fire on the mountain

Throughout my childhood, my mom was my best teacher. This is generally true, but it was also literally true, because she led reading groups at my school for years. She used anthologies called Junior Great Books, and I don’t remember a lot of the stories, but there’s one I think about on days like today. ItContinue reading “the fire on the mountain”