By Angelica Jimenez –
As I got ready for mass this morning, memories of my tío Mike came rushing to my mind.
Tío Mike was one of my mom’s six brothers, and he acted as the head of the familia and breadwinner. He began working at the young age of five as a migrant...
Remembering my tío
My sister needs the Dream Act
By Jenny Patiño –
I was three years old and my mother took me to my tia’s classroom on the rancho. My tias were teachers and needed my mother to make student costumes for a baile folklorico. Walking into their classroom, I thought I was in a scene from “Carrusel,”...
More than a recipe
By Benita Zepeda –
It was probably the most confusing, exhilarating, and fascinating moments I had ever experienced in the unfamiliar world of the kitchen. I was never one that could be found spending my time there. Mi madre, mis abuelos, and even mi padre were culinary innovators,...
Mercedes Sosa’s voice gone but not
By Elio Leturia –
The song “Volver a los 17” (To be 17 Again) by Mercedes Sosa came into my life just when I turned that age.
I found myself at the university making use of my rebellious and questioning spirit. I remember the impact this song had on my adolescence,...
Se nos apagó la voz de Mercedes Sosa
Por Elio Leturia –
“Volver a los diecisiete” llegó a mi vida justo cuando cumplía esa edad. Ya me encontraba en la universidad haciendo uso de mi espíritu rebelde y cuestionador. Puedo recordar el impacto que tuvo esa canción en mi estado adolescente, no sólo por...






