Lien Estrada

It’s as if this country, which gradually decided not to produce anything and to make everything disappear, generates more detainees every day

Through social media I learned that the brave young people from the project “El 4tico” (the little room) have been detained.

I tell myself: If there were people who survived those Nazi concentration camps, it means that I can survive my Caribbean communist camp.

A friend of my mother’s stopped by the house and kindly shared some multivitamin supplements with her.

A child’s baptism went viral when, asked by the priest whether he wanted to be Christian, the child replied: “I want to be Messi.”

We wait patiently for the power to return so we can connect to the internet and find out what may be happening in our own country.

I’m led to think that the country itself must change before these kinds of groups can arrive and share their knowledge here,.

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.