I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.

Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here.

There are things in our blood that are just naturally passed down to us, whether we want to recognize them or not.

I guess it all depends on whom you ask and when you ask. Race, I've learned, is in the eye of the beholder.

When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically.

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

Being Latino means being from everywhere, and that is exactly what America is supposed to be about.