“It’s good that it’s Friday and the posadas are starting in the barrio,” Ramiro tells me as we walk together through the park that smells like freshly cut grass, on our way back from school. “Yes, let’s see how they get on with Doña Jandita and today with Doña María,” I reply. We arrive in […]
The teacher says, “Stop what you are doing and pay attention. Soon it will be Mother’s Day. I want you to take a blank piece of paper and draw a picture and write a thought or message for your mamá. It will be a gift made by yourselves.” This is my first Mother’s Day at
On the way back from school I’m talking to a classmate who lives a block away from the barrio. “Yesterday I passed by your house and I saw that some guys were practicing a dance, are you going to have a party?” He asks. “Yes, my sister Nena turns fifteen coming Saturday.” “Where is the
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Today, when I woke up, I realized that something has changed in my life, that not even my dreams are the same anymore. I get up and in front of the mirror I am looking for Martín the little boy inside of me. He is not there. All I see is this old man. I
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Editorial:This is the time of year where we stop to celebrate our Holidays unique to our individual beliefs. The Ojo Staff Wishes you a Blessed Holiday Season, and we leave you with this story by Sergio Casas. My Family’s Christmas Posada By Sergio Casas My Mamá asks me “Martin, do you want to accompany me tomorrow
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I look out on the street and see no one playing in the barrio. So, I decide to take the stick horse my older sister made for me. With the stick of an old mop, an old sock also for the head and blue yarn for the hair and rope to hold it. I go
It’s lunchtime on a Saturday. The family, or most of us, are sitting at the table. My mamá and papá talk about work. My papá says, “I have a ticket for tomorrow’s concert with the Philharmonic at the Degollado Theater. Does anyone want to go?” All are quiet. I raise my hand and tell him
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“Doña Lupe!” a boy shouts at the door of the house. “You have a call at the corner store.” “Thank you boy, I’m coming.” “Who could it be?” my mother wonders as she walks to the door. Outside in the street the boys are playing spinning top trying to hit a coin on the ground.
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“Martin, come play soccer with us.” “No thanks. I’m too bad to play soccer. Besides, they are about to set up the pozole stand.” Mago, a girl with a slender figure, long black hair, and a pretty face helps her mom to set up the table and chairs outside her house for the vending. I
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