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Tag Archives: Nuyorican
Los Sures, Part 23: Papi’s Handshake of Steel
For a little while, our father used to shake our hands every day before he left. Since Papi didn’t live with us, he would come by in the afternoon. He would do the numbers, with his pens and carbon paper … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 18: Johnny Pump
We had two more weeks before school started. That summer was very hot, but every day on our block they had the Johnny Pump on. The Johnny Pump was when the hydrant was on full blast. All the kids would … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 17: She Actually Pinched Me
“Stay still!” Mami said. “When are we going home?” I said, as she tried to tuck in my shirt. Every time she dressed me up, my shirt would end up hanging out of my pants. I don’t know why. “Soon,” … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 16: Duerme Con Los Angeles
That night we stayed at Papi’s parents’ farm. Mami and Evie slept in one room, Papi and my brother and I were in the room next to them. Although there were no doors. There were no screens in the windows … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 15: Canción Amarga
After dinner, Papi took us for a walk. “I want to show you something,” he said. “Where my father used to take us to this creek to fish.” The Sun had gone away, and it wasn’t as hot as before. … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 13: Rio Grande, Mi Manantial
When Papi appeared from the dark of the inside of the airport I knew it was him by his walk and the shape of his head first. It was like his face was the face of a stranger for a … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 11: Welcome to La Jungla
Every day we were in PR, Mami promised to take us to a pool. And every day, we would go to a someone else in our family’s house and sit and watch TV in Spanish and not understand what was … Continue reading