05/22/2026
Este Domingo ✨
María dice:
I was raised with my parents and grandparents, on both sides of the family, telling me that I was a mestiza, a mixed blood, half of this and half of that. One half of my lineage was “Spanish” and the other half “indigenous”.
We were practicing Catholics from time immemorial, some more Catholic than others. Then again, we had strange customs. For example, we made our tamales with beef, never pork. Vestigial traces of long ago? Perhaps.
This conglomeration of ancestors are clamoring to tell their side of the migration stories that I carry in my blood, in my genealogical family tree, in my ancestral memory.
“Are you Jewish?” someone asked me not too long ago. After you participate in this journey with me, maybe you will be able to answer the question better than I can.