#ChasingNelson: A Letter to Gilead
My father’s mother was a hospitable woman. When I was growing up, I would often stop by after school. The television would be set to the news, some American chat show, or whatever it is that happens in the afternoons on Telecinco, that can only be described as Spanish people shouting at each other for...
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