Embracing my Panamanianness
Embracing my Panamanianness
By Jenay Wright — “It was Puerto Rico waking up inside of her,” said Aurora Levins Morales, in her short essay, Puertoricanness. “Puerto Rico waking her up at 6:00 a.m. remembering the rooster that used to crow over on 59th Street and the neighbors all cured...
Salsa verde: A recipe not for the weak
Salsa verde: A recipe not for the weak
By Crystal Ramirez — “Now remember, food is the best medicine. All this depression going around—it’s because we’ve gotten too far away from the foods of our ancestors. And we must never forget,” writes Demetria Martinez in her short story, “From Mothertongue.” Salsa...
For my grandmother: A Los Angeles story
For my grandmother: A Los Angeles story
By Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo– In my search and thirst for the past, for the faces of our history, I have forgotten the faces that brought me to the subject of immigration in the first place. I forget that the story isn’t always something out there in the world, but something...
Lessons from my grandmothers – Part Two
Lessons from my grandmothers – Par
By Juanita Santiago — Then I discovered the other half of my heritage. At 15, I found my long-lost Grandma Juanita, papi’s mom. She represented all I thought I wanted to be and I inherited her name. Initially, I was magnetically drawn to her — Grandma Juanita was...
Lessons from my grandmothers – Part One
Lessons from my grandmothers – Par
By Juanita Santiago — Wela, my great-grandmother, is still in the cocina infusing the smell of rice and beans into my hair and clothes. For years, I’ve watched the heat in the kitchen paint her face like a tomato and the steam from the pot of rice fog her 1980’s glasses...