
A home made of ink and blood
I’ve lost count of the times I have written about my home.

Defining what being Latino means to me
When I was younger, I used to Google pictures of Dominican and Ecuadorian people to see if anyone looked like me.

Latin roots and cultural resilience in education
Embracing my Latin American identity means being proud of the resilient pathways that brought my families together.

Learning to Relove my Latin Culture
When I finally began attending classes that Fall, I began to miss the Latino culture I was raised in.

Mom crossed the border, so I crossed out my dreams
As a first-generation Latina, it’s been up to me to be the glue that puts back the pieces of shattered dreams that once belonged to the 19-year-old version of my mother — a burden placed on me the second I was born.