I was born in upstate New York, in the city of Rochester to be exact. My parents moved back to Puerto Rico soon after my first birthday, and I spent my early, formative years there. The culture and language of my country was just as much a part of who I was and was becoming,… Continue reading Diggin’ mis raices: Two countries, two languages, and one lost girl
The fourth in the “Defining Moments: Search for Identity Series.” This one comes to us from educator and writer, Cindy Tovar. Read more of her personal blog, Hispanecdotes and follow her on Facebook and Twitter, @Dagny32 The music is blasting, the lights are dim, and I’m in my element. My eyes search the crowd, looking for someone who can show… Continue reading The dance lesson [guest post]
The third in the "Defining Moments: Search for Identity Series." This one comes to us from artist and writer, Xeno Martinez. Read more of his personal blog, SQ Chronicles and follow him on Facebook and Twitter, @XenoMartinez Recently, I engaged in a conversation via the I Love It Supersized Facebook fanpage about when was it that I first realized that I… Continue reading The only gay boy in the world [guest post]
The second in the Defining Moments: Search for Identity Series. This one comes to us from Being Latino's Editor, Eileen Rivera. Read more at her personal blog, Mariposa Social and follow her on Twitter, @eileenrivera16 The subtitle might as well be the “Latinization of Eileen” because this is pretty much the story of my life. I… Continue reading When I was Americuchi [guest post]
Barbie's a doll. We all know that, right? I had plenty of Barbies growing up. Who didn’t? It was fun to brush her hair and pretend that she was real. I used her and all of her accessories--the luxurious penthouse, her convertible, all of her fabulous clothes--to create my version of a fabulous life. A life… Continue reading Why would anyone want to look like Barbie? She’s so fake!
I’m sitting up in bed, giving up on sleep for a little while longer as it’s currently denying me its comfort. It’s the kind of windy Chicago night that I love; the sound of the wind blowing both ferocious and familiar. Tonight it’s a little different though; I hear wind chimes too. I’m enthralled and… Continue reading You can take the girl out of the ‘hood, but you can’t… well you know the rest