Order and Progress

Growing up, I was not too fond of Sunday school. I had a hard time remembering prayers, especially when confession dictated that I cough up a couple Hail Marys to compensate for my sins. I had a hard time listening to sermons because our pastor didn’t have the best grasp of English. I did, however, … Continue reading Order and Progress

Meu Pai

I am my father’s daughter. Or so I am told. You have his eyes, his nose, his temper, his lips. We grew up in a house of mirrors where polished metal replaced tacky wallpaper, and I still couldn’t see his reflection in mine. Lacan’s mirror apprehension theory claims that infants, up until a certain point … Continue reading Meu Pai