Jessica Delgado

What's Left To Do?

BY JESSICA DELGADO

We are a people always seeking, always moving, always striving for more: it is the American way. In our culture, the most dishonorable people are the people who don’t work toward anything and don’t want toward anything. Having a job is respectable, certainly, but it’s the striving that makes you remarkable.

What's Left To Do?

Sin Like Coffee Cups

BY JESSICA DELGADO

I have this really terrible habit. A habit that involves my car and days-old coffee and a willpower so weak that nine out of ten coffee cups get left behind. A habit whose repercussions aren’t so awful when you consider the fact that most days my car smells like classic vanilla Coffee Mate...

Sin Like Coffee Cups

On Being A Good Christian

BY JESSICA DELGADO

I don’t know about you, but I am perpetually of the mind that God is disappointed in me. With a double-sided tongue, a heart burning with lust, and an ego so swollen it practically occupies its own zip code, there is certainly no shortage of evidence to support this idea.

On Being A Good Christian

The Brown-Skinned Racist

BY JESSICA DELGADO

I’ve never been more consciously aware of the color of my skin than I am right now. I’ve never been more in awe, more afraid, more grateful for the dosage of melanin that belongs to me. Yet, for all my cherishing, I’m still trying to figure it out.

The Brown-Skinned Racist

In The Margins

BY JESSICA DELGADO

Inside every relationship, there’s a gap. A margin of space where people didn’t quite meet our expectations or failed us with miles to spare. We grow things here. These spaces are like our own personal little gardens of hatred, doubt, or in the rare and most beautiful cases, love.

In The Margins

Why Valuing Myself Is Pointless

BY JESSICA DELGADO

You don’t have to wait any long stretch of time for me to find my way back to guilty. Though I am absolved of my sins–and I cling to, and believe that with all my heart–there’s something inside of me that thirsts for the darkness.

Why Valuing Myself Is Pointless