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Racist tortilla-tossers at Coronado High School f_____d around and found out
- Huh? Coronado High School stripped of championship title following tortilla-throwing incident
As Hispanic Heritage Month 2020 ends, Brooklyn Hispanics try to carry on
(PNS reporting from BROOKLYN) Hispanic Heritage Month is ending, and without the corporate-approved celebration as a focus, local members of the Hispanic/Latino community here aren’t really sure how they can go on being local members of the local Hispanic/Latino community here.
“What now?” lamented Brooklyn native and prolific bloguera Marielena Gutierrez (photo)
“Should I tell people to call me Mary Ellen for the remaining 11 months of the year? It’s not like they ever pronounce it right anyway,” she wrote on her PobrePickle blog.
Mas…As Hispanic Heritage Month 2020 ends, Brooklyn Hispanics try to carry on
NPR Audio: La Linda (Ronstadt) reflects on her Mexican Heritage
Linda Ronstadt‘s family is from the Sonora Desert — on both sides of the border.
Mas…NPR Audio: La Linda (Ronstadt) reflects on her Mexican Heritage
Los Lobos: ‘One Time, One Night in America’ (July 4 video, lyrics)
Sometimes homies Los Lobos sound like they are John Cougar Mellencamp’s or Tom Petty’s brothers from another mother. This is one of those times. These all-American stars sing all-American stories, like One Time, One Night in America. Respect.
Mira los lyrics:
Mas…Los Lobos: ‘One Time, One Night in America’ (July 4 video, lyrics)
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A love story for Valentine’s Day: Amor Mio
By Janie Isidoro
Yes, I’ll admit it.
I have had six Coronas too many.
I’m at the moment where everything is hilarious and I love everyone. I hug random people and tell them how great life is. I hug my brother and tell him how much I love him and hate him for reading my diary when I was 15, baboso!
Cleaning up after Gema’s wedding is so much easier now that I’m drunk. I keep seeing Hector out of the corner of my eye, watching me. We have been friends since we were in 2nd grade.
He comes over next to me grabbing the glass bottles of Coronas from the tables, “Let’s get married.”
I try and look over at him but my eyes are having the hardest time adjusting to his face, “Whatever! Hurry up and pick up the bottles I want to rap!”
He starts laughing and keeps grabbing the bottles, “¡Pues oralé, rap!”
Dammit if these Coronas haven’t made me brave!
