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“I fall in love with Paraíso. It’s like a giant playground where I’m never scolded for running around recklessly, where I’m almost overwhelmed with the amount of attention and love I receive from Mami’s family. In New York, I’m invisible.”

Book:Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina

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Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina

This memoir delves into the author's experiences and reflections on her cultural heritage, offering a candid look at the complexities of identity and belonging. more

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Raquel Cepeda

Raquel Cepeda is a renowned journalist, born on June 9, 1973. She is known for her in-depth reporting on Latin American culture and her advocacy for multiculturalism. more

“This was a great magic. Festin had no more performed it than has any man who in exile or danger longs for the earth and waters of his home, seeing and yearning over the doorsill of his house, the table where he has eaten, the branches outside the window of the room where he has slept. Only in dreams do any but the great Mages realize this magic of going home.”

Inspirational Home Fantasy

Book:The Wind's Twelve Quarters

Source: The Wind's Twelve Quarters

“It's nice to watch television but it's even nicer when you've got a drink in your hand,' Gregory Ratcliffe, a Birmingham shopkeeper, told Reynolds News. 'Makes it more intimate somehow. Gives you the feeling that you're in a posh cabaret.”

Home Television Drinking Aspiration Britain Fifties

Book:Modernity Britain: Opening the Box, 1957-59

Source: Modernity Britain: Opening the Box, 1957-59

“After a spent day, I walked back in a fever. The whole way home the sun touched my cheeks. The blissful evening glow spread across the meadows and I called this light the blood I shed. My hot burning blood lay consoling the entire world. So I walked with pride-- Now that all was tilled. I didn't know what was happening, I leaned against a fence post, in my blood that covered the meadows near and far.”

Home Light Sun Blood Consoling Closing Time

Author:Robert Walser

“And friends abroad must bear in mind Friends at home they leave behind. Oh, I shall be stiff and cold When I forget you, hearts of gold; The land where I shall mind you not Is the land where all's forgot. And if my foot returns no more To Teme nor Corve nor Severn shore, Luck, my lads, be with you still By falling stream and standing hill, By chiming tower and whispering tree, Men that made a man of me. About your work in town and farm Still you'll keep my head from harm, Still you'll help me, hands that gave A grasp to friend me to the grave.”