It’s Sunday, January 17, 2021 at 3:04PM EST at Boston Logan Airport Terminal A. The Delta terminal. For nearly 15 years I have exclusively flown JetBlue. So, this experience was already disconnected from the comforts of JetBlue Terminal C. This unfamiliar experience is compounded by the rules and realities of social distancing in a COVID-19 era.
I experienced the most disconnected interaction I’ve ever experienced at an airport.
The signs read: “Please keep your distance.”
Station 1: The first security person encased in a plexiglass frame motioned to a contraption for my ID that decided whether I was cleared to…
Pollo guisado. Tender chicken. Creamy potatoes and carrots. Cooked low and slow. Served alongside rice and avocados. A warmth that sticks to your bones on a cold winter night. A classic Puerto Rican meal that I crave on these kinds of nights. A taste of home that is not confined to a place, but a feeling. A feeling a love in every bite.
The only COVID wedding I attended in 2020 was the wedding of two friends — one who is Colombian and one who is Mexirican or Borimex (as he always says in his intros). My friend who is…
February 1st, 2021.
A snow day in Boston.
This month is the one-year mark since I wrote half of a book and then stopped writing for the rest of 2020.
I heard an On Being podcast episode recently where Krista Tippett talks to Katherine May about her book Wintering: The Power Rest and Retreat in difficult times. May talks about snowfall as a liminal space. An in between. A marginal area. …
A Collection of Essays on living, faith, and the human condition. Sarah is a 2nd-generation Latina devoted to building people up to live alive.