The smell of rich homemade coffee seeps in through the bedroom door as I hear the murmur of my mom’s voice ask my dad what he wants for breakfast.
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I almost forgot to write my column this week; how crazy is that?
Virtual classes have become the latest trend among high school students, who no longer have to touch a pig to dissect it in biology class; they can just see it being dissected for them on the computer monitor.
I am the typical Latina, Chicana, Pocha, Mexican-American, or whatever it is you want to call me.
I have made several small but significant decisions in the past week but this one definitely makes the top of that list. I will be getting rid of my car.