Eating Watermelon

Some of the most tender childhood memories of my maternal grandmother are of us sitting on the front lawn eating watermelon. “‘Uelita”, as we used to call her, would slice up a chilled watermelon, place it in her green Tupperware bowl and hand us all a slice as we sat around on the lawn on Read More …

Lessons from My Father

Sometimes we make assumptions about people based on their education level and backgrounds without taking the time to know them at a deeper level and discovering whom they are. There is knowledge and intelligence acquired outside the classroom setting that is important and can build a bridge to shaping our understanding of the world and Read More …

Identity

One of the greatest legacies my grandparents left us is our native language. As a child, I never realized the power of the Spanish language to share our story and the story of our ancestors. I am grateful to have learned about our family history, customs, and traditions directly from my grandparents through the oral Read More …