Lien Estrada

A friend kindly asked me if I would be willing to work at CENESEX (the National Center for Sexual Education).

A sister in the faith let me know that a meal would be held for people experiencing homelessness in the city. I decided to help out.

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.