Latina artist uses music and movement to change the game
Latina artist uses music and movement to
By Jenay Wright –Her fingers glide smoothly across the strings of the wooden guitar, producing an indie jazzy tone. Her voice begins to project wordless sounds known as scat singing to the melody of her instrument.   She plays gracefully in a music room with the miraculous...
The Adventures of Leaving Everything I Knew
The Adventures of Leaving Everything I K
By Raquel Venado  –  I am one lucky Mexican girl who comes from a hardworking family. As a child I attended bilingual schools. I don´t remember learning the alphabet or learning to read in Spanish, but I do remember doing it in English. I have had so many opportunities to...
Thank you for your stories
Thank you for your stories
“Hijo, we’re taking a big chance, we can be robbed , even killed. Remember the stories we’ve been hearing since we left home. But what can we do?” —Luz, In Search of Bernabe   By Elizabeth Giadans— Thank you for your stories on how you migrated to the land I was born...
Mexican Latina finds refuge in Little Village
Mexican Latina finds refuge in Little Vi
By Sylvia Oben — Unable to get out, even to go to the corner to wash laundry, Beatriz Santiago-Ramírez, an undocumented immigrant from Veracruz, has lived in the sanctuary at Our Lady of Guadalupe in Little Village for a month and a half to avoid being deported. Beatriz Santiago-Ramírez,...
Friendship and friendly competition
Friendship and friendly competition
By Veronica Rios— The 2014 FIFA World Cup has arrived. It’s an international event that only comes around every four years. This year’s competition is played throughout the beautiful country of Brazil, and I have had my face glued to my laptop’s ESPN and ESPN2...
My Great-Grandfather’s Mexico
My Great-Grandfather’s Mexico
By Veronica Rios — In her essay “My Mother’s Mexico,” Ana Castillo described how her grandparents came to the U.S. because her grandfather worked as a railroad worker. She described the poverty stricken area outside of Mexico City that drove its residents to the...
Querida madre
Querida madre
By Marlin Bucio — Querida madre mia (Dear mother of mine), I write to you this letter to let you know how grateful I feel you have passed on to me the traditions and culture of our aesthetic country of Mexico. For you, I have learned and embraced my valuable Mexican roots. Although...
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...
Life works mysteriously
Life works mysteriously
By Jennifer Nava — I remember very little of my childhood, but the one thing I do remember is going to Mexico for the first time with my abuelita. I was a 3-year-old girl, running around happily with my red Po Teletubbie at the airport. This was also the last time I ever saw my...
My abuelita’s remedy
My abuelita’s remedy
By Jennifer Nava — Dear abuelita, I still remember my first summer in Mexico with you. It was as if it had just happened yesterday. I barely remember anything about my childhood. The only memories that have stayed in my mind are the one’s that I shared with you. “Of course...

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