I was number seven in a large Latina familia. Being born the youngest daughter had many beneficios. My two sisters hovered over me like mourning doves cooing every time I did something cute, smart, or funny. Being the youngest meant that my sister Rosemary sewed me special clothes. My sister Maggie paid for braces to straighten my teeth and have a beautiful smile. Once … [Read more...] about Dia de Los Muertos – A time of power, reflection, and celebration