Color café con leche
Color café con leche
By Patricia Boscan— Dear Mami and Papi, I love café con leche. Abuela used to tease me by saying if I ingested too much of anything, I would turn the same color as it. Is it true that I’m adopted like my brother and sister tirelessly told me because I don’t look like them?...
Querida Solita, Con Amor
Querida Solita, Con Amor
By Sarah Salgado — Querida Solita, It may be hard to be lonely, but it is even harder to be misunderstood. Heck. I feel so alone that I’m writing this letter to my damn self. Coming from a really big family, one would think that it would be hard to be lonely. It’s not. My...
Spanish: One language, several meanings
Spanish: One language, several meanings
By Sylvia Oben — As a freelance reporter for the newspaper La Raza in Chicago, I have had to adapt to the Mexican way of speaking Spanish even though I am Puerto Rican. Doing an assignment takes longer than if I were writing it in my Puerto Rican dialect, but I have to do it...
I’m not bilingual, but I’m still Mexican
I’m not bilingual, but I’m s
By Veronica Rios — As a fourth generation American to a Mexican family from Guadalajara, I guess I never really knew too much about my heritage. When I hit college, I realized I was proud of a background I was never raised to know. What hit even harder is that not knowing Spanish,...
Puerto Rican cultural identity-Speaking “bilingual”
Puerto Rican cultural identity-Speaking
By Judy Mercado– The language purists among you may not want to read further as you might be scandalized. I am proposing that for those of us who are bilingual, speaking in both languages within the same conversation is not only acceptable but also may be the most optimal way...
When the poinsettias were white
When the poinsettias were white
by Carolina Rivera– When I was in fourth grade, I learned in my social studies class that the Spanish founded El Salvador. Pedro de Alvarado, our teacher said, “was the great conquistador who led the Spanish to civilize the Indians of Cuzcatlán.” The phrase “the Spanish...
Thinking of Abuela on Mother’s Day
Thinking of Abuela on Mother’s Day
By Lisa Cisneros – I saw my grandmother, Manuela, for the first time in six years recently.  She was visiting from Texas.  It was a reunion of mixed emotion.  I was so happy to see her and I hugged her so tight and kissed her so much, but I was so sad because I wonder if it would...
Mexican Today, Spanish Tomorrow
Mexican Today, Spanish Tomorrow
By Lisa Cisneros — “Cisneros? What are you Greek?”  This is the question I’m asked almost always after a person finds out that my last name is “Cisneros”.   You know people, I’m not even sure anymore. I can’t seem to get a straight answer. When people ask...