My parents made the choice to raise us here. Here in a country that was not their own. In a place where for many years they were forced to live their lives hiding in plain sight. In the land of opportunity. The land where nothing seemed impossible if you were […]
It’s Hispanic Heritage Month! Well, sort of. Actually, it’s already almost halfway over. Hispanic Heritage Month is celebrated annually here in the United States from September 15th through October 15th. As a Mexican American Texan, or in español, a mexico americana tejana, I couldn’t let this month go by without a […]
I really enjoyed this animated short by StoryCorps. It’s called Facundo the Great, and was recently released in celebration of National Hispanic Heritage Month. If you’ve ever had your name mispronounced, changed all together, or still have people who cannot even begin to pronounce your name, you’ll understand why. The […]
Today’s post is a very special one for me! My writing often takes me back to a different time and place – one where life was always a little calmer, a little more independent, a lot simpler, and just the right dose of cultura and orgullo. That place, for me, […]
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. […]
One second we were playing, the next all of us stood frozen at attention, staring in disbelief at what it was we were witnessing. There in the front yard, just a couple of feet away from us, well, on the other side of the barb wired fence to be exact, […]