We all know the song “New York, New York.” The song says, ‘If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere.” I just came back from an accessory show in New York City and the whole time I was there I kept thinking of this song. It’s true! NYC is a city that is incredibly stimulating, intense, noisy, lively, lonely, crowded, suffocating, inspiring, competitive, and the winters can be brutally cold while the sweltering summers make the clothes melt off your skin.Read More
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One of my favorite stories about accents happened to my brother Alfonso. This goes back 29 years ago, when he had just moved into the country. Actually, he was taking English classes because he was just freshly unpacked from Guadalajara. As he was helping a customer, a good looking woman, he was trying to do his best to assist her, and at the same time to practice his English. He had just learned a new phrase, which was “…as a matter of fact.” He was constantly using this new phrase—as a matter of fact this…as a matter of fact that. As part of the discourse with this customer, he used his famous phrase. He doesn’t know howRead More
When I was a child, my sisters and I would spend every summer with my Tia Carmen. Tia Carmen and her husband Clemente had an apartment in Mexico City. Despite all the difficulties of big city living, just like New Yorker’s - people who live in Mexico City love the Capital. My parents would put us on the train in Guadalajara, and we would arrive in Mexico City the following day. We could hardly sleep on the train because we were sooooo exited! The apartment was in La Colona Polanco—not too far from El Museo de Antropologia. We all knew we would be visiting this museum and the Mexican Castle, El Castillo de Chapultepec. We were always on our best behavior as we wanted to be invited to come back the following summer.Read More
Today is my mother's 84th birthday. I know that she is celebrating with all of my siblings in Guadalajara. I am sorry I cannot be there today with her. My mother has always been there for me in life.
This may sound a little corny, but she named me after the Virgin Guadalupe. She named me this because after having two kids she had a miscarriage and she was told she would no longer be able to conceive. She said that she had prayed and prayed to the Virgin Guadalupe and then, VOILA! I was born! For my mother I was a true miracle.Read More
I was nine years old when my brother Alfonso was born. Although I had another older brother and sister, my younger sister and I used to babysit him a lot. We used to carry him around the house like a doll, even though he was in all honesty too big of a baby for our little skinny arms. There were actually a few times we actually dropped him! Ouch! It was around that time, 1964, that Gerber Baby Food came out in Mexico and my mother had given me the responsibility of his daily feeding. I was very good about feeding him, very consistent and fair: One spoonful for HIM... and one spoonful for ME... another one for HIM....and another one for ME! I tease him now that he is so skinny because I didn't properly feed him!Read More