Ham, pork, pickles and pride
A love letter to the Cuban diaspora hidden between two slices of bread … Read moreHam, pork, pickles and pride
Florida-centric Narrative Nonfiction
A love letter to the Cuban diaspora hidden between two slices of bread … Read moreHam, pork, pickles and pride
I remember asking my mom once, “Why didn’t you put the eñe in my paperwork?”
There was an invisible little squiggle over the n in my last name. It signified that the Peña was pronounced pen-ya, not pen-a. While most of my classmates grew up knowing and never questioning their names, I didn’t fully understand mine until I was ten … Read moreValió la peña