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I know what it’s like to live with one foot in two worlds.My mother was born in Mexico and immigrated to the United States when she married my dad, a white guy from Chicago who spoke fluent Spanish and had a thing for Latin ladies. I grew up in Yuma, Arizona, not far from the Mexican border, in a home that was both bilingual and bicultural. I think I’m one of the few people around who grew up eating lengua (cow tongue) on both sides of the family. My mom would fry it up Mexican-style in a spicy sauce, while my grandmother of German ancestry would tenderize it in a pressure cooker and serve it in a brown gravy with peas over noodles. (It’s a lot better than it sounds!)Spanish was as natural to me as English. As a kid, I didn’t really think of this as knowing two languages; it was more that I spoke to my tias in a different way than I spoke to my Anglo grandparents. I didn’t feel that I had to choose sides.But as I have gotten older, I...
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