My roots run deep. They keep me grounded and remind me of my humble beginnings, the sacrifices my family has made, the challenges I have overcome and the opportunities God blessed me with.  Without...

I am a cashew. Yep, that’s right. Based on a reputable personality quiz I took in sixth grade, I am the most forgettable of the mixed nuts. So sayeth the quiz: “You’re often the last person to...

For my father’s family, the American Dream meant leaving everything behind and starting over from scratch.  At 5 years old, my father and his family left Cherán, a beautiful city in Michoacán,...

For my seventh birthday, my mom asked if I wanted to be enrolled in art classes, and I immediately said yes.  I was a little bit of a loner when I was younger, and I think my mom thought it would be...

I picked up the acoustic guitar after my freshman year of high school with the goal to start a band with a couple of friends. Although that did not happen, I have continued to play since then. I bought...

Journalism does not often get the chance to be personal. Sure, sometimes we cover topics personal to us, and every good journalist does their best to cover and represent the topic the best they can,...

I was 8 years old when I first experienced what it felt like to be on an airplane. I sat by the window, and my mom sat right next to me. I was doing OK until I felt the plane lift off. My stomach instantly...

Antifreeze, the sickly-sweet green liquid that prevents your car radiator from freezing or overheating, is toxic to humans and animals. As a first-grader, I wanted to know if it had similar toxic effects...

Sometimes, I’ll close my eyes and remember seeing la bandera de México wavering high above my head as I took long strides in an attempt to keep up with hundreds of others calling for immigrant rights,...