On eliding boundaries and speaking through the other
Alejandra Oliva
On urban hermits, reading, and making a life for yourself
Alejandra Oliva
On living in times like these
Alejandra Oliva
A return to themes previously discussed
Alejandra Oliva
On anchoresses, plague years, and care from afar
Alejandra Oliva
an ash wednesday meditation
Alejandra Oliva
On six months in Chicago
Alejandra Oliva
Reading Middlemarch is the most pleasurable self-own known to man. If you don't recognize yourself in Fred Vincy's inability to get his act together, o…
Alejandra Oliva
Nothingness unseamed itself for me too. It turned itself wrong side out. How on earth did I end up here— head to toe among the planets, without a clue …
Alejandra Oliva
Here is the next edition of a letter from a friend! The first time Kat came over for dinner, they bicycled home with a foot-high stack of books from ou…
Alejandra Oliva
#15 seems like a good enough point to talk about the reason that this newsletter is called Ojos de Santa Lucia. This is St. Lucy, patron saint of autho…
Alejandra Oliva
For the first part of my last semester of graduate school, I listened to the audiobook of Robin Wall Kimmerer's Braiding Sweetgrass. Her voice, both on…
Alejandra Oliva