Category: immigrants

Since You Asked, Latino or Hispanic?

Posted in Azteca, Central America, conquistadors, Cortez, Cuba, driver's license, French, Gold Rush, government, Hispanic, immigrants, Italian, Latino, passport, Puerto Rico, race, South America, Spain, Spanish, VenezuelaLeave a comment

(re-run) Have you ever noticed when filling out a form for any government thing, like a driver’s license or a passport, that the form will ask you to check a box regarding your race?  If you haven’t read all the choices, please do so next time. There is a box for Hispanic and another box… Continue reading Since You Asked, Latino or Hispanic?

Typical Tuesday

Posted in being woke, California, empathy, Florida, fox, immigrants, Iowa, M&M's, mass shootings, mudslides, news, newspaper, Oscars, Razzies, Texas, wokenessLeave a comment

(re-run) Today’s entire front page is about the two mass shootings over the past three days, one in Southern California, and the other one fifty miles from my house.  We can continue to believe that it won’t affect any of us, that mass shootings happen to other people.  It’s getting to the point where we… Continue reading Typical Tuesday

Show Me the Numbers!

Posted in Baby Boomer, Beatriz at Dinner, family, gangs, generation, Guatemala, Hispanic, immigrants, immigration, majority, pension, Spanish, teacher, U.S. Census, wedding5 Comments

(re-run) At a recent wedding rehearsal dinner, I sat across from a well-off, pension-receiving white guy who started a conversation about immigration. Sorry for him that he did not know he was sitting across from a Spanish teacher/book author who has studied and followed Hispanic cultures for most of my life. And I’m old. To… Continue reading Show Me the Numbers!

Arguing on Facebook About Immigrants

Posted in asylum, Facebook, immigrants, immigration, memoirLeave a comment

(partial exchange – my daughter says why bother, Mom?) Doug I know I know some of them are good people, but they need to do it the right way the human traffickers and drug dealers so you’re saying that’s OK Enter You sent somewhere in your family tree there are immigrants or you wouldn’t be… Continue reading Arguing on Facebook About Immigrants

The Crack in my Face

Posted in bathroom, California, Central America, children, citizenship, clenching, DACA, doctor, Dreamers, drugs, ENT, forehead, furrowed brow, gangs, Guatemala, Honduras, immigrants, jaw therapist, memoir, mothers, mouthguard, welfareLeave a comment

(re-run) Because my adult child moved in, I changed bathrooms. They get the new one at the other end of the house, and I get the hallway one with the skylight and window (the master bathroom is a cave). I was putting on my make-up the other day with daylight coming in. There it was,… Continue reading The Crack in my Face

Typical Tuesday

Posted in being woke, California, empathy, Florida, fox, immigrants, Iowa, M&M's, mass shootings, mudslides, news, newspaper, Oscars, Razzies, Texas, wokenessLeave a comment

Today’s entire front page is about the two mass shootings over the past three days, one in Southern California, and the other one fifty miles from my house.  We can continue to believe that it won’t affect any of us, that mass shootings happen to other people.  It’s getting to the point where we can… Continue reading Typical Tuesday

The Crack in my Face

Posted in bathroom, California, Central America, children, citizenship, clenching, DACA, doctor, Dreamers, drugs, ENT, forehead, furrowed brow, gangs, Guatemala, Honduras, immigrants, jaw therapist, memoir, mothers, mouthguard, welfareLeave a comment

(re-run) Because my adult child moved in, I changed bathrooms. They get the new one at the other end of the house, and I get the hallway one with the skylight and window (the master bathroom is a cave). I was putting on my make-up the other day with daylight coming in. There it was,… Continue reading The Crack in my Face

The Crack in my Face

Posted in bathroom, California, Central America, children, citizenship, clenching, DACA, doctor, Dreamers, drugs, ENT, forehead, furrowed brow, gangs, Guatemala, Honduras, immigrants, jaw therapist, memoir, mothers, mouthguard, welfareLeave a comment

(re-run) Because my adult child moved in, I changed bathrooms. They get the new one at the other end of the house, and I get the hallway one with the skylight and window (the master bathroom is a cave). I was putting on my make-up the other day with daylight coming in. There it was,… Continue reading The Crack in my Face

The Crack in my Face

Posted in bathroom, California, Central America, children, citizenship, clenching, DACA, doctor, Dreamers, drugs, ENT, forehead, furrowed brow, gangs, Guatemala, Honduras, immigrants, jaw therapist, memoir, mothers, mouthguard, welfareLeave a comment

Because my son moved in, I changed bathrooms. He gets the new one at the other end of the house, and I get the hallway one with the skylight and window (the master bathroom is a cave). I was putting on my make-up the other day with daylight coming in. There it was, a huge… Continue reading The Crack in my Face