To say the least my family is full of attitude and a ton of “whatevers” fly around in our house. Sometimes they’re just accepted and we move on from it but other times we take things and totally flip the word onto someone’s head like a cold glass of water. In this case my mother embarrassed my sister so bad to the point she really doesn’t like going anywhere with my mom to this day, and this was almost four years ago at this point.
It had all started when my sister Alexis was 12 years old and she was growing into our Contreras attitude. My mother had definitely knew this attitude because she herself has the same one even though she isn’t really a Contreras. Well this day my sister was being an absolute brat and in all places at Wal-mart the
The movie Juarez, starring Paul Muni, Bette Davis, Brian Aherne and Claude Rains, has the perfect story line. There’s action, love, violence and heartbreak, but most importantly, it brings attention to a piece of history that is rarely recognized: monarchs in Mexico.
"La Malinche." Slave, interpreter, secretary, mistress, mother of the first "Mexican." her very name still stirs up controversy. Many Mexicans continue to revile the woman called Doña Marina by the Spaniards and La Malinche by the Aztecs, labeling her a traitor and harlot for her role as the alter-ego of Cortes as he conquered Mexico.
“I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes young.” These are the words of Black Elk, the medicine man of the Oglala Lakota, the tribe that was attacked by Wounded Knee Creek. The massacre included the killing of civilians, including women and children, by the Seventh Cavalry Regiment.
Francisco Pizarro was a conquistador born in Trujillo, Spain in about 1471. His father, Gonzalo Pizarro, was an infantry captain and he taught Francisco how to fight at an early age. Francisco Pizarro never learned to read and write but he was full of adventure.
Have you ever got into a fight with a family member? Then it ends and the
To this day I will never understand why we were treated like someone in our family had done something wrong.
I grew up in a little town call Tecate, Baja California just across from the U.S. border in Mexico. My parents, both borned in Mexico and lived in Tecate most of their lives, met and started to make their own little family. In this little family included my sister, brother and I the oldest of three at the time. We lived with my dad’s parents in their little house. My dad was a police officer in Tecate and my mom was a stayed home mom at the time, it was decided my dad who was old fashioned. My mom then took on the hobby on learning how to cook and make food from around the world. She enjoys it a lot and she makes the most delicious foods. But, the food that has always been the most delicious one is champurrado (thick Mexican hot chocolate). My grandma (mom’s mom) taught my mom how to make champurrado but, my mom can’t perfect it like my grandma’s. When champurrado was made in the house, it meant movie night, blankets, cold night, and the family together.
Who was Carlos Fuentes? Carlos Fuentes was one of the most recognized Mexican writers. Fuentes most distinguished by his talent of writing about countries, for his strength, passion of writing, and for the great person he was. Fuentes left a legend in the Mexican and Latin children. His father Rafael Fuentes Boettiger and mother Bertha Macias Rivas. Fuentes father was a Mexican diplomat and Representative of Mexico. His father became the Mexican Embassy in Washington, D. C. Between the inauguration of Citizen Roosevelt in 1930s (Carlos Fuentes 4). During Fuentes childhood he had travel all over the job his father had including “Santiago de Chile, Rio de Janeiro, Buenos Aires, Brazil; Montevideo, Uruguay; and Quito,
There was also a time when my younger sister came after me with a kitchen knife, which I figure evens the score for me attempting to asphyxiate her with a pillow when I was about five or six. With absolute astonishment, my parents, after 2 brief periods of separation and even acquiring divorce papers, re-discovered their love for one another and are now one of the happiest and most secure couples I know. Even my sister and myself get along great now, often confiding in each other with our personal issues.
Two lost tales concerning the valiant knight Don Quixote de la Mancha and other such interesting things
I think what I like the most the murals that he painted I liked how he
When most people are asked about their opinion of marijuana, not very many actually have a problem with the drug itself. The driving force behind their decision to be against marijuana is based mostly on the fact that it is illegal. TIME magazine held a poll on their website in which they asked their readers if marijuana should be legalized. Given that TIME’s website is not likely to be a full representation of ALL their readers, nor the rest of the people in the United States, an astonishing 80% of the poll agreed that the legalization of marijuana should be put into effect (St. Pierre 1). One philosopher who would probably side with this 80%
When it comes to family I was raised to be respectful of my elders and those around me; however I was also taught to speak my mind when I did not agree. Growing up I met many people who were not allowed to say
When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved in. You could’ve called me a crybaby, go ahead I would’ve said the same thing. Because I was. My father’s best friend who had two twins both the same age as me invited me, my father and my mother over to there place for an easter egg hunt easter morning. During the easter egg hunt, me and my friend both turned a corner at the same time. He saw an egg and as he was going to grab it, I saw it and tried to get it also. He got there before me and I started to have a fit right there and then. I could remember my mother rushing up to see what’s wrong. After I told her what had happened she got me to stop crying and gave me extra candy. My dad knew that by her raising me like this I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere in life without someone being there whenever something went wrong, so he told her to take the candy back and to tell me to get over it and that not everything in life will be fair. She took that the wrong way and got mad at my dad for “not being a good parent” because didn’t
Looking back on my childhood filled with lots of memories, I find it rather difficult to share disgraceful stories with your family. One of the most hardest things I 've ever had to do was come out to family and friends I was a lesbian. Anyone who 's a part of the LGBT community understand how challenging this could be. After understanding my internal and external conflicts within myself, I realized the importance of my loved ones feelings, how big of an impact I have in them, and that everyone is not judgemental.