ShareI used to visit my parents at least once a week.
My dad was confined to a wheelchair and in his late 80’s, but his brain was sharp as ever.

We would sit at their kitchen …

ShareI’ve talked about this before on my other blog, Bilingual in the Boonies. My husband thinks I am way much more fun in Spanish-speaking countries — and that includes Miami.
I agree with him.
It is …

ShareWhen I was growing up, I remember that each day I woke to a most distinctive blend of aromas.
I knew my dad was up and getting ready for work when the mingled scents of …

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I tracked poop through my living room, up the stairs and into my office yesterday. And then, I tracked it all the way back before I noticed.
I did not get upset. I just cleaned …

ShareMy grandmother, a force not to be messed with, did not allow us to speak English inside her house. She wanted us to be bilingual and always said: “En la escuela ingles. En mi …

ShareOne of the things that I love about having two cultures is that I think it’s easier for me to add or change up traditions a bit.
For example, we no longer celebrate 3 Kings …

ShareBy Tessa Del Pino
i am from tortillas de harina, tacos de chorizo
y arroz con leche.
i am from the fragrance of september harvest
on a cool crisp night.
i am from apple trees
and tumbleweeds.
i am from posadas, …

ShareBy Tere
They had been in this country a mere two months, and here they were, seeing first-hand how America was the land of plenty.
Those two months, they must have been so overwhelming. A family …

ShareOne by one, each family arrives.   Some juggling diaper bags and babies, others carrying pies or cases of drinks.
Of course, they don’t knock.  There is no need.  They are my family which means this …