Essays and blog posts by Latinas living la vida rica in the United States.

I am one of those women who loves to cook. But truthfully, I love to cook mostly because I love to eat. The cooking part is just the means to the delicious end.
When I say …

When the Tiki Tiki turned 1 in May, Marta was in the middle of end-of-school activities with her kids, and my hometown was under water during a 1000-year flood. So, we put off giving ourselves …

I wonder sometimes how I survived my childhood. Seriously.

When I was very young, my family spent the summers at Varadero Beach. The entire summer. (I know. So cool, right?) You see, it was …

By Maria de los Angeles
What does a redheaded Cuban-American, an Irish film crew and one hot TV celebrity make on a sweltering day in Little Havana? No, it’s not some kind of Celtic porn with …

As I walk up to my bedroom each evening, I am greeted by these:

And I always stop and look at each one. Always. Every night.
Because I don’t want to forget.
It’s probably as a result …

By Martha Gonzalez
I grew up listening to dichos like “Si el río suena, piedras lleva” and “Ahí esta pintada.”
Every culture has them, but Latinos especially, could carry an entire conversation just using dichos.
My husband’s Cuban-American …

By Loly Perez-Hinojosa,
My father, Luis, was a tough, hard working, wise and spiritual man with a great heart, soul and spirit. Every once in a while, he did blow his Cuban temper, but it was …

By Jennifer Vides
I recently spent a few days at my parents’ home, where I was warmly greeted by my mom – a full-fledged white girl raised in Texas – and my dad, who was born …

Editor’s note: My mother and aunt left Cuba in 1957 when they were 14 and 11. The guerrillas were in the hills in Oriente Province when my family left. My mom and aunt returned to …