Lien Estrada

My wish is that motherhood or fatherhood is not a martyrdom, but a blessing: the blessing of knowing we carry good news.

What I did promise myself after finishing this reel, is that I will try to be kinder to my compatriots, whether they think like me or not.

Viruses—about six of them are circulating, a friend tells me. There may be more. Who knows? They attack relentlessly, all the time.

News has reached me of the death of one of our professors at the Evangelical Theology Seminary in Matanzas.

I just finished reading “Kat of Nine” [nine short stories set in different moments of Cuban history], by Canadian author Jenny Cressman.

At home, the three of us had it. My aunt got it first, and she told my mother and me that by the third day we would feel better.

It wasn’t long ago that I came across the concept of learned helplessness. I recognized myself in it immediately.

Here in Cuba, about to suffer the passing of a major hurricane, you don’t know what’s harder — finding the hammer or driving the nail.

Cuba could at any moment turn into a ghost country, if this uncontrolled exodus of people of all ages continues.

On September 28, 1960, the Committee for the Defense of the Revolution (CDRs) were founded, and they have just marked another anniversary.