Mexican/American: The Duality of Growing Up Chicana
“Many look at the world through the eyes of conquerors. What happens when you stop taking your position for granted?”
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Yan Can CookJacques Pépin
The Mexico my grandmother described was one I always wanted to see for myself. I wanted to know where my family was from. How busy were the streets? Could you feel all thirty million people like a heartbeat? For years, the only Mexico I had was the one in my imagination, the one my grandmother spoke of.
Your eyes are bigger than your stomach
When will it end?
Michelle Threadgould is a Latinx journalist covering politics, social justice, Latinx issues and arts and culture. Her work has appeared in Pacific Standard, KQED, GOOD, Remezcla, and Racked.
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