At first I was okay with it. But then came the years when I slowly started to hate it. It’s been a long and complex relationship with my…Read More
Soy Chicana. Texan-Mexican to be exact. Texican if you may.
English is my second language, but growing up, I tried to hide it. Yet my love for arroz con frijoles and tamales ratted me out.
A second generation American. I, too, am proud to be an American. So much that I even tried to hide my Mexican roots. Even more so than those trying to cover their roots with hair dye.
“Pero tienes el nopal en la frente,” they would tell me. But IRead More