By Chantel Acevedo
A Snapshot of Thanksgiving in Hialeah, Florida circa 1985.
It’s only noon, but already, behind the squat, ranch homes, there rise columns of white smoke. The streets have quieted and emptied. Cars …

By Boni Candelario
Are you tired of being weak in your spirit? Are you run down and sick? Are you not getting enough sleep and nourishment?
I have been there. For almost two years after my …

By Nilki Benitez
I was born and raised in the United States. When I started to come of age, probably a few years shy of my Quinceañera, I began to realize the gift of heritage. …

by Ailen Arreaza
My husband, Tony, was busy last weekend organizing and executing the local Latin American Festival, a magnificent cultural extravaganza that attracted more than 25,000 people on Sunday.
I had the equally burdensome task of taking …

By Lindsey Victoria Thompson
I realized my father is white the day I saw him eat a mango.
On a day in the middle of July, peak mango season, my mother and I eye a bowl of …

Last Sunday we had a carne azada birthday party for my son, who just turned 11. You know what this means. Get together, eat, talk, laugh, and then we eat some more! (Por eso …

I am a girl from Brooklyn, and am very American in many ways.
Depending on where I am.
In the Dominican Republic, I am “a gringa.”
Here, at home, I am not.
In discovering what I am and am …

This morning, we had glorious weather.  The sun was out and there wasa cool breeze.  My 2-year-old son and I went for a stroll.
As we walked along the sidewalks of our quiet neighborhood, we took …

By Tessa Lemos del Pino
My 2-year-old son just went to his first day of preschool.  It is the same school his 4-year-old sister attends.
It seemed he was ready. To be sure, I checked all the …

I don’t go to nail salons, and given my rudimentary skill at home mani-pedis it’s an arduous task. Once a week, like a drone to its mission, I remove chipped polish and proceed to mangle …