There Just Isn’t the Wherewithal

A few of my students were deported. It’s happening everywhere, and we talk about what we’re allowed to in the halls between our training sessions. The kids I lost were some of my best artists with great families who tolerated my compliments of their kids’ work in my poor Spanish. I’ve screamed a lot. And felt sad and still, then screamed again. TPS ending has been devastating to our communities. broken tamagotchi feels I held my hands the way your voice held my mind. to love the cosmos ⤥ letters to crushes In those years, I understood faith only as a transaction, and I could not abide the idea that I lost my parents because I did not pray enough or we were bad people. But as time passed, I knew I had reached an unhappy plateau. I found myself wanting to believe in something mystical but not knowing how. Some people told me it was simply a matter of making a decision, that I could even invent my own higher power if I liked. But I required proof. A burning bush. A voice that shook the…

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