Cafe y Chisme Corner
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Mixed Latino Identity: When Your Family Comes F...
At a family party, my Mexican grandmother made tamales while my Salvadoran grandfather stood over the pupusa griddle, and I remember, at maybe seven years old, genuinely believing every family's...
Mixed Latino Identity: When Your Family Comes F...
At a family party, my Mexican grandmother made tamales while my Salvadoran grandfather stood over the pupusa griddle, and I remember, at maybe seven years old, genuinely believing every family's...
Hyphenated Identity: Why 'Mexican-American' Isn...
A classmate once asked me, with genuine curiosity and no malice, whether I felt "more Mexican or more American," like I was a pie that needed to be sliced into...
Hyphenated Identity: Why 'Mexican-American' Isn...
A classmate once asked me, with genuine curiosity and no malice, whether I felt "more Mexican or more American," like I was a pie that needed to be sliced into...
Growing Up Bilingual: The Job No One Told You W...
I was eight years old, standing next to my mother at the pharmacy counter, translating the pharmacist's instructions about my little brother's medicine while also trying to keep track of...
Growing Up Bilingual: The Job No One Told You W...
I was eight years old, standing next to my mother at the pharmacy counter, translating the pharmacist's instructions about my little brother's medicine while also trying to keep track of...
Tercera Generación: What Gets Lost (and What Do...
My grandmother laughed at something my tía said across the kitchen table, and by the time I asked what was so funny, the moment had already folded itself back into...
Tercera Generación: What Gets Lost (and What Do...
My grandmother laughed at something my tía said across the kitchen table, and by the time I asked what was so funny, the moment had already folded itself back into...
Cocadas: The Coconut Candy That Tastes Like Eve...
My grandmother's neighbor in Santo Domingo, a woman everyone just called Doña Tere, used to grate whole coconuts by hand on her back porch every Sunday, the shavings piling up...
Cocadas: The Coconut Candy That Tastes Like Eve...
My grandmother's neighbor in Santo Domingo, a woman everyone just called Doña Tere, used to grate whole coconuts by hand on her back porch every Sunday, the shavings piling up...
Mazapán: The Peanut Candy That Crumbles the Sec...
My uncle Rafa used to hand my sister and me a mazapán the second we walked in his front door, and he'd always say the same thing: "catch it before...
Mazapán: The Peanut Candy That Crumbles the Sec...
My uncle Rafa used to hand my sister and me a mazapán the second we walked in his front door, and he'd always say the same thing: "catch it before...