FRONTeras Magazine Vol. 1 No. 4 Issue Olivia Saenz wrestled with a paradox that gnawed at her conscience. "Las cosas de Dios no se venden." God's things aren't for sale. The pandemic had dismantled her husband's employment, and she harbored dreams of launching a spiritual boutique. But commercializing devotion felt like desecration. But her hands ached to create.  To string together beads and craft something beautiful from wood and wire. She prayed for clarity, for permission

FRONTeras Magazine Vol. 1 No. 4 Issue Cancer treatment happens in rooms full of people. Family members rotate shifts in hospital chairs. Friends organize meal trains and fundraisers. Husbands hold hands during chemotherapy infusions. Children draw pictures taped to refrigerators. The love is real, the support invaluable, but the fight itself belongs to one person alone. No one else can endure the nausea. No one else can tolerate the radiation burning through the skin. No one