Mi Vida Loca

Diggin’ mis raices: Two countries, two languages, and one lost girl

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

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Moments

When I was Americuchi [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]

Entertain Me

5 articles Latino publications should write when a non-Latino celebrity is arrested

I vaguely remember the feeling that the magazine addict in me felt upon learning that my monthly collection of glossy mags would include a magazine just for Latinas. I never cared much about the face that graced my magazine's covers, it was the content listed on said cover that  was the attraction. Latina-relevant stories, articles,… Continue reading 5 articles Latino publications should write when a non-Latino celebrity is arrested

Mi Vida Loca

Finding your Latina roots in a caldero of arroz con gandules

Due to a few of my characteristics, people question my Latinaness and because of it, I’ve dubbed myself, “La anti-Latina.” One of those things is cooking. I’m no Martita Stewart, to be sure, but not finding absolute enjoyment in cooking is not the equivalent of lacking the ability to do it. I can cook, when… Continue reading Finding your Latina roots in a caldero of arroz con gandules

Moments

Speaking Spanish is just like riding a bike?

Originally published as "At a Loss for Words" at Being Latino Online Magazine At the age of 7 ½  my parents decided to separate and Mami packed up my three siblings and me, and we left Puerto Rico; Chicago bound.  I had graduated first grade just a few months before and had confidently learned to… Continue reading Speaking Spanish is just like riding a bike?