“Honest Surrender”
For as long as I can remember, I have felt a certain kind of loneliness, an emptiness that I couldn’t put my finger on until recently. As a child, I often felt different from those around me. I was a half-Mexican child who looked fully Latina but was raised culturally White. I grew up in Houston, where I attended a Spanish-speaking congregation of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and an elementary school that was mostly Latino. I always felt out of place. I felt that my Latino peers were so connected to their Hispanic culture in a […]
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