Originally published as "At a Loss for Words" at Being Latino Online Magazine At the age of 7 ½ my parents decided to separate and Mami packed up my three siblings and me, and we left Puerto Rico; Chicago bound. I had graduated first grade just a few months before and had confidently learned to … Continue reading Speaking Spanish is just like riding a bike?
From high school dropout to strong (and educated) Latina
It was January of 19*cough, cough*. It was my 18th birthday. While the rest of my senior class was in their respective classes anxiously awaiting spring and all of the pomp and circumstance that prom and graduation would bring, I was making my way to my locker. I had made a decision that would change … Continue reading From high school dropout to strong (and educated) Latina
Anti-Latina: When you’re not Latina enough
I recently returned from living in Puerto Rico where I spent time getting to know my island, my family and my culture. My experience there only confirmed what I’ve always known: I love everything about being a Puerto Rican Latina. I love the fact that almost any occasion turns into a party the minute someone … Continue reading Anti-Latina: When you’re not Latina enough
“Some people feel the rain, others just get wet”
Originally published in 2007 The train came out of the tunnel and I looked out to see the dark clouds. Fear came over me as I remembered that I didn't have an umbrella. I hoped that I would make it to my station before the rain began, but there it was, that first drop on … Continue reading “Some people feel the rain, others just get wet”
F*ck the glass slipper! It’s all about the purple suede stilettos
I almost typed the title of this post without the asterik, but figured I'd ease into the profanity on this blog. As I work to develop my writing voice I have to be authentic and the authentic me swears. Sometimes a lot. And as a good friend suggested when we discussed my blog, my blog … Continue reading F*ck the glass slipper! It’s all about the purple suede stilettos
Making Mom happy and my thrift store find
I was a spoiled child the first few years of my life, at least where material things were concerned. When my parents divorced and my Mom moved us to Chicago. In addition to my parents' marriage, gone were the pretty custom dresses and elaborate birthday parties. In their place were trips to the thrift store … Continue reading Making Mom happy and my thrift store find
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