Remember the comic strip Spy vs. Spy? Well this is the Blogger version of it, and who better to help me inaugurate this very fun and virtual challenge than the one and only Latinaish. I couldn’t have asked for a better or fiercer competitor than Tracy, because aside from being […]
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Did I ever tell you about the day I was born? – A Guest Post
I was very fond of my Dad and we were very close. For several years on my birthday, he would tell me this story about the day I was born. My Dad was tall and thin. His name fit him well. He was dark olive complected with very black hair. […]
La Vergüenza de Mi Primer Carrito: Viejo y Feo, Pero…
“When the bell rings you better hurry up and make it to the car. If you’re not there by the time I get there, I’m leaving you!” That was the constant threat to my younger brother when we’d get to school in the mornings… that is when I wasn’t trying […]
Would You Vote For Me?
My blog has been nominated for an award!! I’m so excited! So my wife was out to lunch with one of her sisters and she came across this contest, the 2011 Houston Web Awards. Without telling me, she went ahead and nominated my humble little home on the net for […]
Una Piedra En El Camino, Me Enseño Que Mi Destino
Las piedras en México tienen historia. They’re jagged and rough. Shapely in all sorts of colors and sizes. Smooth to the touch. Rough to the grasp. Sturdy. They tell the story of generations gone by, of old men playing their instruments and singing their música de vara, of old women […]
Cellphone Fotos
This will be the blog that never ends. “Yes it goes on and on my friends…” Sorry, couldn’t help myself with that Lamb Chop reference there, LOL. It was too easy. Okay! In all seriousness now, this post here today was inspired by a couple of ‘gal pal’ blogger friends […]
El Chavo, La India… And Now, Maybe Even La Muñequita Lala
Immersion, and the road to growing up bilingual We grew up on El Chavo del Ocho, Chespirito, La Guereja, La Chilindrina, Doña Florinda, El Botija, Ñoño, even La India Maria and Cantinflas, at times. There was something about those characters that connected to our reality. Living in los estados unidos […]
Lessons From My Mother
My mother has always been a strong woman. Much stronger than any of us could have ever imagined, I think. She was the one who crossed the Rio Bravo with a child on each arm, my brother Chuy in one, me on the other, sitting on nothing more than a […]