Saludos Mi Familia de San Vicente de Pablo, There are no screens on the windows of the Oakland Catholic Worker (I’m fine mom, there are bars). So occasionally, I will find a bug in my room. Yesterday, as I opened my bedroom door, a bird-sized moth flew from the orange wall and viciously attacked me.…
Saludos Mi Familia de San Vicente de Pablo, While teaching me how to make tortillas from their home country, my new friends (a father and child) shared why and how they fled to the US. Out of respect for their friendship, privacy, and security, I’ll give non-identifying details, but here’s what I’d like you to…
Saludos Mi Familia de San Vicente de Pablo, “We cannot love God unless we love each other, and to love, we must know each other. We know God in the breaking of bread, and we know each other in the breaking of bread, and we are not alone anymore.” Dorothy Day We are called to…
Saludos Mi Familia de San Vicente de Pablo, “Te invito a tacos!” my new friend Fe called out to a room stuffed with people. Everyone began calling out their orders, pollo camarones, carne asada! Dos por favor! We strolled two blocks to Taqueria El Paisa and ordered all 16 tacos. As we approached the register,…
Saludos Mi Familia de San Vicente de Pablo, On Monday, I landed in Oakland, California, and began a two-month stay at the Catholic Worker, Obrero Católico de Oakland. I didn’t know what to expect, and that’s what made me nervous. What would living in one actually be like? The words of Dorothy Day could only…