It's Palm Sunday today. Growing up this was a day that even if we were seriously sick you went to Mass anyway. But I am not going to Mass today. I am looking in on myself from the outside in while I sit volunteering at a yoga studio,reflecting on that girl. I know what my mother... Continue Reading →
Sitting at the coffee table, modernized by the reflection his laptop made upon my eye, was a quietly made man. Not necessarily quiet as a self, though I hadn't heard him speak. There was just something quiet about his appearance, his very existence. He had glasses or maybe he didn't. But he was thinking about... Continue Reading →
SUZANNA GORETTI 