A String of Mistakes

I was lucky enough to get to live with my grandparents (my mom too), when I was 10. My grandparents were both Mexican, and switched freely between Spanish and English. At the time my grasp of Spanish didn’t go much beyond all my body parts and counting to 100. It was an education, to be sure! My grandfather was retired and would spend his days either sitting on the front porch reading his newspaper and talking to any and all passerby, … [Read more...]