Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths.

This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me.

This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation.

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.

Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her man.