Okay, so I said I’d never be that way, that I had no interest in being a grandmother that I’d never gush and feel about to burst from pride and love for the extraordinary being that is my granddaughter... (Continue reading)
I just found this picture of me at around age 3 or 4. Something in my look reminds me of Violeta. ... (Continue reading)
Place Juarez, Chihuahua. Year 1975 and my wedding day approaching. My mother-in-law to be casually asks me if I am going to wear white for my wedding. My response: No, it’s actually off-white. Mother-in-law to be, slightly shocked, says “with... (Continue reading)
I’ve posted this picture of Violeta taken by her mother, Victoria Munr,o because it captures the way I feel these days. For many children, joy comes as the result of mining something unique and wondrous about themselves from some inner... (Continue reading)
What’s on my mind? The retablo auction that you can pay for here with pay pal. “>... (Continue reading)
Photo by Todd Southern As I dive into my next project and enter a new phase of my life, Ionce asked Glyn Maxwell, poet for The Atlantic Monthly, I could use this excerpt from his piece An Englishman’s Dream of... (Continue reading)
Lifestyle On Zarela’s Mind: Mexican Cultural Classes & How to Make Flour Tortillas de Harina (Flour Tortillas) This Europeanized (but now totally Mexican) takeoff on the pre-Columbian tortilla idea was made possible by the Spanish introduction of pigs (for... (Continue reading)
Lifestyle On Zarela’s Mind: Christmas Tamales with Red Chile Pork By Zarela Martinez Published December 18, 2010 | Fox News Latino Print Email Share Comments (0) Text Size Courtesy r. vacapinta at flickr.com/ricardo, Creative Commons license Tamales are the celebratory... (Continue reading)
On Zarela’s Mind: Hearts, Hands and Walnut Cookies By Zarela Martinez Published December 04, 2010 | Fox News Latino The first gift my last love gave me was a delicate hand, palm up, holding a heart. He did not know... (Continue reading)
As a child, I got shipped off to boarding school at the age of seven or eight because there were no schools–or anything else for that matter–anywhere near our ranch in Chihuahua, Mexico. I hated it. As the beginning of... (Continue reading)