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		<title>Bilingual Me.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Mami habla de mucho un poco]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[bilingual Spanish]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cuban-Americans]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[How we do the Spanish thing]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

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		<title>Seeing Clearly Now</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2012/03/10/seeing-clearly-now/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[La Nena]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mami habla de mucho un poco]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
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Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Grocery Store Amens</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2012/02/07/grocery-store-amens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Boonie Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cultura]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" title="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0666.jpg" alt="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" width="500" height="299" /></p>
<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Mixing Cultures on New Year&#8217;s Eve</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/31/mixing-cultures-on-new-years-eve/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Boonie Life]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
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I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230;but, They Have Free Health Care and Education&#8230;&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/19/but-they-have-free-health-care-and-education/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[On Being Cuban]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cuba]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cultura]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-1849   " title="cuba in american schools" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg" alt="teaching about cuba in american schools" width="437" height="327" /></a>[/caption]

Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>The Why Of My Only Child</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/16/the-why-of-my-only-child/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Mi Familia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Family]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

The moral of this story: Don’t judge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To Unleash Your Voice Break Your Own Rules. (#LatismVoice)</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/11/12/to-unleash-your-voice-break-your-own-rules-latismvoice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Blogging]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Latinos]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Social Media]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<title>Well, Fudge. She Learned the F-Word</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

I only pray to survive her growing up without dropping a few F-Bombs of my own.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hotel Room: Disconnecting in a Bubble of Bliss</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the  Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<title>The New Southern-Latino Table, a Melding</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1888  " title="Carrie at Work" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work-e1332703087637.jpg" alt="nashville latin nonprofit" width="280" height="280" /></a>[/caption]
<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

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		<title>Seeing Clearly Now</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
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Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Grocery Store Amens</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2012/02/07/grocery-store-amens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" title="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0666.jpg" alt="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" width="500" height="299" /></p>
<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Mixing Cultures on New Year&#8217;s Eve</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/31/mixing-cultures-on-new-years-eve/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
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I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230;but, They Have Free Health Care and Education&#8230;&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/19/but-they-have-free-health-care-and-education/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[On Being Cuban]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-1849   " title="cuba in american schools" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg" alt="teaching about cuba in american schools" width="437" height="327" /></a>[/caption]

Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>The Why Of My Only Child</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/16/the-why-of-my-only-child/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

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		<title>To Unleash Your Voice Break Your Own Rules. (#LatismVoice)</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/11/12/to-unleash-your-voice-break-your-own-rules-latismvoice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Latinos]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<title>Well, Fudge. She Learned the F-Word</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/11/07/well-fudge-she-learned-the-f-word/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

I only pray to survive her growing up without dropping a few F-Bombs of my own.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hotel Room: Disconnecting in a Bubble of Bliss</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the  Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<title>The New Southern-Latino Table, a Melding</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1888  " title="Carrie at Work" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work-e1332703087637.jpg" alt="nashville latin nonprofit" width="280" height="280" /></a>[/caption]
<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

de verdad.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bilingual Me.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1888  " title="Carrie at Work" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work-e1332703087637.jpg" alt="nashville latin nonprofit" width="280" height="280" /></a>[/caption]
<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

de verdad.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Seeing Clearly Now</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
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Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Grocery Store Amens</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" title="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0666.jpg" alt="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" width="500" height="299" /></p>
<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Mixing Cultures on New Year&#8217;s Eve</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/the_family_farm/2899729201/"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1860" title="black eyed peas by mzscarlett on flickr" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/2899729201_3c81e6192d.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /></a>

I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230;but, They Have Free Health Care and Education&#8230;&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[On Being Cuban]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-1849   " title="cuba in american schools" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg" alt="teaching about cuba in american schools" width="437" height="327" /></a>[/caption]

Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>The Why Of My Only Child</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/16/the-why-of-my-only-child/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Mi Familia]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

The moral of this story: Don’t judge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To Unleash Your Voice Break Your Own Rules. (#LatismVoice)</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/11/12/to-unleash-your-voice-break-your-own-rules-latismvoice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Blogging]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Latinos]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<title>Well, Fudge. She Learned the F-Word</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

I only pray to survive her growing up without dropping a few F-Bombs of my own.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hotel Room: Disconnecting in a Bubble of Bliss</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/10/03/hotel-room-disconnecting-in-a-bubble-of-bliss/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Mami habla de mucho un poco]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the  Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<title>The New Southern-Latino Table, a Melding</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
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Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Bilingual In The Boonies</title>
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		<title>Bilingual Me.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Mami habla de mucho un poco]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1888  " title="Carrie at Work" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work-e1332703087637.jpg" alt="nashville latin nonprofit" width="280" height="280" /></a>[/caption]
<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

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		<title>Seeing Clearly Now</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/maria-glasses-e1331425383748.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1879 " title="glasses" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/maria-glasses-e1331425383748.jpg" alt="" width="350" height="263" /></a>[/caption]

Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Grocery Store Amens</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2012/02/07/grocery-store-amens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" title="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0666.jpg" alt="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" width="500" height="299" /></p>
<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Mixing Cultures on New Year&#8217;s Eve</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
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I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230;but, They Have Free Health Care and Education&#8230;&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/19/but-they-have-free-health-care-and-education/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[On Being Cuban]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
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Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>The Why Of My Only Child</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

The moral of this story: Don’t judge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To Unleash Your Voice Break Your Own Rules. (#LatismVoice)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<title>Well, Fudge. She Learned the F-Word</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

I only pray to survive her growing up without dropping a few F-Bombs of my own.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hotel Room: Disconnecting in a Bubble of Bliss</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the  Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<title>The New Southern-Latino Table, a Melding</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2012/02/07/grocery-store-amens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Boonie Life]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" title="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0666.jpg" alt="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" width="500" height="299" /></p>
<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Bilingual Me.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1888  " title="Carrie at Work" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work-e1332703087637.jpg" alt="nashville latin nonprofit" width="280" height="280" /></a>[/caption]
<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

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		<title>Seeing Clearly Now</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/maria-glasses-e1331425383748.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1879 " title="glasses" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/maria-glasses-e1331425383748.jpg" alt="" width="350" height="263" /></a>[/caption]

Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Grocery Store Amens</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" title="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0666.jpg" alt="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" width="500" height="299" /></p>
<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Mixing Cultures on New Year&#8217;s Eve</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
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I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230;but, They Have Free Health Care and Education&#8230;&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[On Being Cuban]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-1849   " title="cuba in american schools" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg" alt="teaching about cuba in american schools" width="437" height="327" /></a>[/caption]

Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>The Why Of My Only Child</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/16/the-why-of-my-only-child/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

The moral of this story: Don’t judge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To Unleash Your Voice Break Your Own Rules. (#LatismVoice)</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/11/12/to-unleash-your-voice-break-your-own-rules-latismvoice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<title>Well, Fudge. She Learned the F-Word</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

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		<title>Hotel Room: Disconnecting in a Bubble of Bliss</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the  Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<title>The New Southern-Latino Table, a Melding</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
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I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bilingual In The Boonies</title>
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		<title>Bilingual Me.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1888  " title="Carrie at Work" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work-e1332703087637.jpg" alt="nashville latin nonprofit" width="280" height="280" /></a>[/caption]
<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

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		<title>Seeing Clearly Now</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Mami habla de mucho un poco]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/maria-glasses-e1331425383748.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1879 " title="glasses" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/maria-glasses-e1331425383748.jpg" alt="" width="350" height="263" /></a>[/caption]

Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Grocery Store Amens</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2012/02/07/grocery-store-amens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Boonie Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cultura]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" title="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0666.jpg" alt="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" width="500" height="299" /></p>
<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Mixing Cultures on New Year&#8217;s Eve</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
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I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230;but, They Have Free Health Care and Education&#8230;&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[On Being Cuban]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cuba]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-1849   " title="cuba in american schools" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg" alt="teaching about cuba in american schools" width="437" height="327" /></a>[/caption]

Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>The Why Of My Only Child</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/16/the-why-of-my-only-child/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

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		<title>To Unleash Your Voice Break Your Own Rules. (#LatismVoice)</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/11/12/to-unleash-your-voice-break-your-own-rules-latismvoice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Latinos]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<title>Well, Fudge. She Learned the F-Word</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

I only pray to survive her growing up without dropping a few F-Bombs of my own.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hotel Room: Disconnecting in a Bubble of Bliss</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/10/03/hotel-room-disconnecting-in-a-bubble-of-bliss/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the  Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<title>The New Southern-Latino Table, a Melding</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/19/but-they-have-free-health-care-and-education/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[On Being Cuban]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-1849   " title="cuba in american schools" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg" alt="teaching about cuba in american schools" width="437" height="327" /></a>[/caption]

Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>Bilingual In The Boonies</title>
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		<title>Bilingual Me.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Mami habla de mucho un poco]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1888  " title="Carrie at Work" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work-e1332703087637.jpg" alt="nashville latin nonprofit" width="280" height="280" /></a>[/caption]
<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

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		<title>Seeing Clearly Now</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[La Nena]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/maria-glasses-e1331425383748.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1879 " title="glasses" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/maria-glasses-e1331425383748.jpg" alt="" width="350" height="263" /></a>[/caption]

Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Grocery Store Amens</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2012/02/07/grocery-store-amens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Boonie Life]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" title="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0666.jpg" alt="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" width="500" height="299" /></p>
<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Mixing Cultures on New Year&#8217;s Eve</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/the_family_farm/2899729201/"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1860" title="black eyed peas by mzscarlett on flickr" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/2899729201_3c81e6192d.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /></a>

I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230;but, They Have Free Health Care and Education&#8230;&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-1849   " title="cuba in american schools" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg" alt="teaching about cuba in american schools" width="437" height="327" /></a>[/caption]

Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>The Why Of My Only Child</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/16/the-why-of-my-only-child/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

The moral of this story: Don’t judge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To Unleash Your Voice Break Your Own Rules. (#LatismVoice)</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/11/12/to-unleash-your-voice-break-your-own-rules-latismvoice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<title>Well, Fudge. She Learned the F-Word</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

I only pray to survive her growing up without dropping a few F-Bombs of my own.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hotel Room: Disconnecting in a Bubble of Bliss</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/10/03/hotel-room-disconnecting-in-a-bubble-of-bliss/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the  Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<title>The New Southern-Latino Table, a Melding</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

The moral of this story: Don’t judge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bilingual Me.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1888  " title="Carrie at Work" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work-e1332703087637.jpg" alt="nashville latin nonprofit" width="280" height="280" /></a>[/caption]
<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

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		<title>Seeing Clearly Now</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
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Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Grocery Store Amens</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2012/02/07/grocery-store-amens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
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<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Mixing Cultures on New Year&#8217;s Eve</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
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I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230;but, They Have Free Health Care and Education&#8230;&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/19/but-they-have-free-health-care-and-education/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-1849   " title="cuba in american schools" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg" alt="teaching about cuba in american schools" width="437" height="327" /></a>[/caption]

Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>The Why Of My Only Child</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

The moral of this story: Don’t judge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To Unleash Your Voice Break Your Own Rules. (#LatismVoice)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<title>Well, Fudge. She Learned the F-Word</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

I only pray to survive her growing up without dropping a few F-Bombs of my own.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hotel Room: Disconnecting in a Bubble of Bliss</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the  Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<title>The New Southern-Latino Table, a Melding</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1888  " title="Carrie at Work" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work-e1332703087637.jpg" alt="nashville latin nonprofit" width="280" height="280" /></a>[/caption]
<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

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		<title>Seeing Clearly Now</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
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Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Grocery Store Amens</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
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<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Mixing Cultures on New Year&#8217;s Eve</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
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I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230;but, They Have Free Health Care and Education&#8230;&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
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Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>The Why Of My Only Child</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

The moral of this story: Don’t judge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To Unleash Your Voice Break Your Own Rules. (#LatismVoice)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<title>Well, Fudge. She Learned the F-Word</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

I only pray to survive her growing up without dropping a few F-Bombs of my own.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hotel Room: Disconnecting in a Bubble of Bliss</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the  Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<title>The New Southern-Latino Table, a Melding</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

I only pray to survive her growing up without dropping a few F-Bombs of my own.]]></content:encoded>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

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		<title>Seeing Clearly Now</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
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Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Grocery Store Amens</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2012/02/07/grocery-store-amens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" title="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0666.jpg" alt="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" width="500" height="299" /></p>
<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Mixing Cultures on New Year&#8217;s Eve</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
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I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230;but, They Have Free Health Care and Education&#8230;&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[On Being Cuban]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-1849   " title="cuba in american schools" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg" alt="teaching about cuba in american schools" width="437" height="327" /></a>[/caption]

Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>The Why Of My Only Child</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/16/the-why-of-my-only-child/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

The moral of this story: Don’t judge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To Unleash Your Voice Break Your Own Rules. (#LatismVoice)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<title>Well, Fudge. She Learned the F-Word</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

I only pray to survive her growing up without dropping a few F-Bombs of my own.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hotel Room: Disconnecting in a Bubble of Bliss</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the  Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<title>The New Southern-Latino Table, a Melding</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the $39 Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 19:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."][/caption] Am I Really Bilingual? I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home. I have had a realization. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1888" align="alignleft" width="280" caption="Me. At Work. Latino non-profit. Fabulous."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1888  " title="Carrie at Work" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Carrie-at-Work-e1332703087637.jpg" alt="nashville latin nonprofit" width="280" height="280" /></a>[/caption]
<h2>Am I Really Bilingual?</h2>
I think this is an open letter to parents raising bilingual, Spanish-speaking children in America. For parents, like me, whose kids are speaking and reading English at school and hablando un poco de español at home.

I have had a realization. A thunderbolt to the cabeza. A “guau” moment about my own bilingualism and what it may mean for my daughter’s ability to claim the adjective “bilingual.” What it may mean to yours, too.

Are we fooling ourselves that we're raising truly bilingual kids? Are we, of the Spanglish-speaking generation, truly bilingual?

You see, back in January, I stepped out of my work-at-home-mama chancletas and yoga pants and began to work for a local Latino non-profit. I’ll tell you more about it at some point, but what is relevant here is that I am called upon to write in Spanish. And, I have worried and stumbled.

I can’t remember the accents and the words that flow so easily from me in English sputter out of my head in fits and stalls in Spanish. I worry my words are wrong, maybe they’re Miami cubanisms and not really terms native Spanish-speakers would use? I worry. Thank goodness for great editors and kind proof readers.

Oh, and I won't even spend much time telling you how I forget words as I am speaking to native Spanish-speakers. Thank goodness for Spanglish, but there's work to be done in that area for me, too.

I really, really should have paid more attention in Mrs. Arrastia's class. But anyway.
<h2>The Key May Be To Read Spanish Literature</h2>
So, the lightbulb moment was this: My written Spanish is that of someone who didn’t read great literature in Spanish, didn’t read the morning newspaper in Spanish. I didn’t read beautiful, descriptive scenes in novels, nor the colorful and dramatic words of journalists.

You see, I can understand most of what I read in Spanish, but I believe the lack of regular and in-depth reading in Spanish has deprived the poetic, lyrical side of my brain from creating its own Spanish dance of words.

My written Spanish is simple. Juvenile. (This despite speaking it all my life and studying the basics all the way to college.)

Que pena, really.

I told my boss about this idea of mine, and she -- once a journalism student who was born and raised in Central America -- thinks I am onto something. She attended college in the U.S., so she had to read in English, and given that she works and lives here, she has had to immerse herself in the written English language. Her ability to write beautifully and powerfully in two languages is there, for sure. If my theory holds, it is because she has read a lot of English.

So, I am a bilingual woman who cannot claim to write as well in Spanish as she does in English. And honestly, that reality is a blow to my self-identity.

How can I be truly bilingual, if writing in Spanish is a chore? Or, it leaves me -- a writer by profession -- feeling insecure?

I looked over at Maria the other day as she and I were snuggled in bed reading. She had <em>The Swiss Family Robinson</em>. I had the latest <em>Bon Appetit</em> magazine.

How can I help her have a firmer grip on the beautiful language she understands, but only sort-of-speaks? Will she, in her high school and college years, read Spanish literature? Will it be too late then to ignite a spark, or create real bilingual brain paths, by then?

And how can I help myself -- at nearly 45! -- expand my brain and achieve greater literacy in Spanish?

Maybe my daughter and I will read Spanish novels together. It will be a thing we can share. Maybe one day, she and I will head to Mexico or Costa Rica or Uruguay and go hang out to immerse ourselves in words, spoken and written.

No se.

But, for now, I have promised myself to read en español regularly. So, waiting for me on my Kindle tonight is <em>Ficciones</em> by Jose Luis Borges.

It isn’t an easy read, I understand. But, I want to start with great. If its hard, I’ll move down to the tween literature and go from there.

Vamos a ver.

I have to tell you, I am feeling a little jipped.
<h2>What about You?</h2>
So, what does this mean for so many of our children, growing up American with barely a toe in Latin culture? With minimal Spanish at home? With basic Spanish at school, if they're lucky.

If you’re in my boat, raising bicultural kids, what are you doing to ensure their language ability is both spoken and written?

I’d love to know.

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		<title>Seeing Clearly Now</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Mami habla de mucho un poco]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"][/caption] Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week. It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking. She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1879" align="alignright" width="350" caption="Seeing Clearly Now"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/maria-glasses-e1331425383748.jpg"><img class="wp-image-1879 " title="glasses" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/maria-glasses-e1331425383748.jpg" alt="" width="350" height="263" /></a>[/caption]

Our 8-year-old got her first pair of glasses this week.
It was awesome and, for me, a little bit heartbreaking.

She kept telling me all that she can now see -- the grass isn’t a fuzzy blanket, there is a girl’s image on the Wendy’s sign, and hey, there are words on that thing hanging over the sink.

My first pair of glasses sat on my nose at the age of 5, and by 8, I was wearing them all the time. Same age as Maria.

Of course, Maria is happy and she looks so cute and so smart in her frames. And, I am elated that such as thing as spectacles exist so that my daughter can see.

But, it is killing me. And, I have to let it go.

You see, I hated wearing glasses. Maybe my daughter won’t. No se.

But, my memories of glasses are these: They bounced on my nose during P.E. and it made me dislike gym class even more. Some of my glasses were so thick and so big (thank you 1980s fashion...) that they cut into my fat cheeks. And oh, how I didn’t like the rain flicking them or the Miami humidity fogging them up.

I got contacts at 12. My mom said that if Amy Carter could wear contacts, so could I. And so, I and easily wore lenses until I was 24, but when I moved to Nashville, allergies killed me and made contacts impossible to withstand. My vanity was sacrificed. I spent the remainder of my 20s in glasses, during a time I was supposed to be all hot and fabulous. Few people can be hot and fabulous in glasses, OK?

LASIK changed my life at 32. A few months after surgery, I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Australia and in my head, over and over, I chanted “Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor <a href="http://www.wangvisioninstitute.com/wang.html" target="_blank">Ming Wang</a>, Thank You, God, Thank You, Doctor Ming Wang....” over and over and over again. As nearsighted as I had been, I never would have been able to see the miraculous wonder that is that reef. (I was way hotter in my 30s, thankyouverymuch.)

Now, at nearly 45, I have two pairs of glasses again because the vieja eyes are starting. I need them to drive at night and see my computer monitor...and my iPhone and books and magazines.

I imagine my brain, which works in vision, is wondering que carajo is going on with the eyeballs in my head -- they're good, they're bad, good, badish.

So, I’m keeping my dislike for being a girl in glasses to myself because I have to. My girl doesn’t need my baggage and bottom line, seeing her see clearly is what it’s all about.

But, right now, I’m thinking of shredding that 6th grade picture of me with the huge aviator-shaped glasses with the rose-colored lenses. The pimple on my chin didn’t help, either.

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		<title>Grocery Store Amens</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2012/02/07/grocery-store-amens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Boonie Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cultura]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores. In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" title="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0666.jpg" alt="frozen guanabana, passion fruit pulp" width="500" height="299" /></p>
<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-1866" title="manteca, lard tub" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/wpid-IMAG0677.jpg" alt="manteca, lard tub" width="500" height="299" /></a>

It would take you not living in the place where you grew up -- far from the daily tastes, smells, sounds you love -- to truly understand the joy I get when I discover Cuban/Miami-home-style food and products in Nashville's grocery stores.

In the morning, I ran into Publix to grab some coffee creamer and cut through the frozen food aisle. I always look in the "Hispanic foods" section for fun.  And there it was: <strong>Frozen guanabana pulp</strong>! (Passion fruit too, but I'm more a guanabana girl...) Dreams of guanabana shakes on hot summer days! Hurrah, a taste of home in the new homeland.

Then, the same day, in the evening on my way home from work (Yes, I'll tell you about that soon...) I dropped into the little store in my tiny town and saw the word <strong>"Manteca</strong>" out the corner of my eye. Manteca! Yes, I rejoiced at seeing lard, but mainly because it was written in Spanish and found in the most un-Spanish of places.

The last time I did a Wepa dance  in a store aisle, I found dulce de leche in a squeeze bottle. You would have thought I had just seen a naked George Clooney, I was so happy.

It's the little things.

And again, if you don't live far from your gente, you have no idea what I'm talking about.

That's OK...I am solid in my crazy, and in my longing for frozen tropical fruit pulps.

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		<title>Mixing Cultures on New Year&#8217;s Eve</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 14:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight. I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me. But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the [...]]]></description>
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I doubt my eyes will be open at midnight tonight.

I know for sure I won't be wearing yellow panties, despite the good luck they promise. (I don't own yellow panties. Bad color for me.

But, on this New Year's Eve of 2011, I will be mopping and throwing the dirty bucket water out the door a lo cubano, there will be 12 grapes consumed, and there likely will be some Violetas cologne splashed around the corners of the rooms to santiguar la casa un poco. Oh, and a suitcase by the door to inspire travel in 2012.

And, because we're Southerners, you know, on January 1, 2012, we will dine on black-eyed peas and greens -- a culinary wish for good fortune.

It is my guess Maria, at 8, will think me crazy, ridiculous, even. I know I thought these rituals loco when I was little. But, there is a comfort in ritual, a tie that binds you to your people, your place.

The New Year's Eves of my past are varied -- with family, in NYC clubs with friends, in restaurants, at house parties. All fun, memorable-ish. All rites of passage, maybe.

But, the way we do it now -- just us, at home with maybe a quick visit to a friend's party -- is so good. Quiet, comforting, reflective.

For Maria, I'll explain the New Year's rituals learned from family, and I will hope she eats the black-eyed peas this year. She didn't last year, despite my covering them with cheese and making them a creamy dip.

You know, I'm thinking she may truly get it all, remember it when she's grown, if she's the one who mops the floor.
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Happy New Year, all. </em><em>May you prosper in 2012.</em></strong></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;&#8230;but, They Have Free Health Care and Education&#8230;&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[On Being Cuban]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cuba]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"][/caption] Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education." Not really true. And at what cost? Check out the photos from a 6th grade [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1849" align="aligncenter" width="437" caption="Rules in Cuba"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg"><img class=" wp-image-1849   " title="cuba in american schools" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/photo-11-e1324305033872.jpg" alt="teaching about cuba in american schools" width="437" height="327" /></a>[/caption]

Dear free-born, democratic country-living American friend...or stranger, here is something you can read before you once again utter the statement: "But at least in Cuba they have free health care and free education."

Not really true. And at what cost?

Check out the photos from a 6th grade classroom in the Rocky Mountain state. They were sent by a friend whose daughter is on the hunt for a Middle School, and given that I'm their Cuban friend, they forwarded the photos.

I love them.

Check out some rules:
<ul>
	<li>No Talking Bad About the Government</li>
	<li>Must use Cash. No Mastercard/Visa</li>
	<li>Need Government Authority to Create a Group</li>
	<li>Anything You Write for Publication Must be Government Approved</li>
	<li>No Computers</li>
	<li>No Microwaves</li>
	<li>No ATMs</li>
</ul>
<div>I am guessing the little American school children are horrified to learn there also are no iPods, no <em>Phineas and Ferb </em>and no Wii. And, that there is some dudes beyond Mom and Dad who are offering up ridiculous rules.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg"><img class="aligncenter  wp-image-1850" title="rules in cuba" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/rules-in-cuba-e1324305196688.jpg" alt="rules in cuba" width="437" height="327" /></a></p>

<blockquote>My friend's note:
"The teacher has the students actually play out scenarios... She said there were some pretty unhappy students under Castro, but a few escaped."</blockquote>
Oh hells yeah, I would want to escape to.

Glad my family did.

Anyway, happy to see a stark and realistic picture of Cuba's daily reality being painted.

And, perhaps one day, I will live to see more Cubans standing up for themselves and creating change.

Cause, really, living without a DVR would suck.

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		<title>The Why Of My Only Child</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/12/16/the-why-of-my-only-child/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please don't call me Selfish I discovered a great essay by Susan Newman over at Babble that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was “Is it Selfish to Have One Child?” Selfish? Que-Que? The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me [...]]]></description>
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<h2>Please don't call me Selfish</h2>
I discovered a great essay by <strong>Susan Newman</strong> over at <strong>Babble</strong> that made me think a lot -- again -- about being the mother of An Only Child. The title was <em><a href="http://www.babble.com/baby/baby-care/only-child-selfish/" target="_blank">“Is it Selfish to Have One Child?”</a></em>

Selfish? Que-Que?

The idea of being labeled selfish stopped me, made me read, made me share with friends via Facebook. (Lots of feedback there on that one...)

I’ve never thought of myself, other moms of Onlys, or the childless by choice selfish. If anything, those of us in this category by design (because not everyone picks this box by choice) have made a conscious choice to have an Only child.

I imagine some have thought of me as selfish, or pitiful, or sad, or something.

But, here’s the story. I feel like sharing it. Maybe just to add to the record and chant that the families we've created, small in size, are big and wondrous and wonderful in their own way.

I didn’t really ever know how many children I wanted. But, I remember being very young and in love and planning a marriage and dreaming up the names of two future girls.

And then I married someone else and I went into it knowing it was possible there would be no girls with ringlets and solid English names. The man I married wasn’t sure he ever wanted children, but eight years in, he agreed to having one child.

I took the bargain.

And then, to my great shock, I had to poke my belly with drugs and suffer indignities under florescent light just to conceive.

I prayed to la virgencita that the drugs and ovaries swollen with multiple ripe follicles would send me twins.

God sent me one perfect daughter, instead.

After Maria was born -- in the 10th year of my marriage -- my spirit grew calmer, settled, complete. The person I had been missing had arrived and I was going to enjoy every minute. Mostly, I have. (Just being honest here...)

I have been asked many times when we were going to have a second child. I don't think my husband got asked as much. I have been asked if I feel badly about not having more children. I always say I do, a little. But, I offer up my age (now 44) and explain that infertility treatment isn’t something I plan to go back to. Plus, we’ve aged out of adoption options, as my husband is much older.

End of story.
<h2>No Pity, Please</h2>
It shocks me to think  a stranger who doesn't know my story, or friend who does, would think me selfish, or pity me, for having an Only. Not to mention pity my happy, healthy, delightful daughter. Those of us with Onlys don’t merit pity, I promise you.

And listen, if someone says they were too selfish to have children, or have more than one, freaking applaud them. Applaud their ass for being honest and self-aware.

Deciding to get pregnant requires commitment, plus even more commitment after the kid gets here. We all know these kids are not a daily, happy, fabulous, miraculous stroll in the park. If you start out the relationship iffy, well then, who knows if you’ll ever be in with both feet? Pity the child then.

And, we could say that having four or six or seven or 20 is selfish, right? Tables always can be turned.
<h2>Embracing the Choice</h2>
Let me tell you how any uncertainly about having an Only went away.

When a friend was struggling to have a second child, I asked her why she kept trying despite the hardship.

"Our family does not feel complete," she said.

I looked at my trio and realized it was complete.

I missed no one.

I longed for no one.

My peace over having Just One really settled in.

And, my friend had her second...hurrah.

It all works out.

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		<title>To Unleash Your Voice Break Your Own Rules. (#LatismVoice)</title>
		<link>http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2011/11/12/to-unleash-your-voice-break-your-own-rules-latismvoice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 14:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice.  It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader Julio Ricardo Varela of Latino Rebels, Lisa Stone, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and Catherine Connors of Her Bad Mother and Babble.  If you attended, you’ll see some words and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>The following is my talk from the Latism 2011 panel titled <a href="http://conference.latism.org/conference-info/conference-agenda/social-media-disruption-finding-your-voice/" target="_blank"><strong>Social Media Disruption: Finding Your Voice</strong>.</a> </em> <em>It was my pleasure and honor to be with panel leader <a href="http://latinorebels.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Julio Ricardo Varela</strong> </a>of Latino Rebels, <strong><a href="http://www.blogher.com/founders" target="_blank">Lisa Stone</a></strong>, co-founder and CEO of Blogher and <strong><a href="http://herbadmother.com/" target="_blank">Catherine Connors</a></strong> of Her Bad Mother and Babble. </em>

<em>If you attended, you’ll see some words and thoughts you will recognize and a new thought or two. </em>
<h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">Unleashing the Power of Your Voice by Breaking Your Own Rules</span></h2>
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, just a few months after leaving my job as a reporter, I emailed a link to my former editor with the subject line:

“Look Ma, No Hands!”

Blogging was liberating and exciting.

A little scary, too.

I spent nearly 20 years in newsrooms and during that time at least three sets of eyes looked at my copy before it was published.

Suddenly, it was just me, the dashboard and the publish button.

There also had been a lot of rules to follow: correct grammar, the AP Stylebook, even specific newsroom rules of style -- everything from the abbreviation of states to how many words should, or could, be in my first graph. (And sometimes, a few rules depended on whom was your editor that day...)

Suddenly, in blogging, I was not bound by my newspaper’s or editor’s rules.
<h2>Know the Rules: They Give Confidence</h2>
But, I kept to many of the good rules I learned from talented and passionate reporters and editors. I believe in rules. Understanding the basics and norms of whatever you are doing gives you a firm foundation and confidence. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A grip on the basics often will point toward a better way of doing things -- and in your own style</span>.

Being comfortable as a writer gave me the confidence to try a wholly different medium for writing, one that was somewhat bold and non-reporter-like in 2006.

Back then, journalists didn’t really blog. Plus, as a reporter, not a columnist, I am trained <span style="text-decoration: underline;">not to</span> express an opinion - and that is pretty much the opposite of blogging.

I had to get over that and by 2009, I especially had to.

Here’s an example of the Disruptive Voice we’re talking about in this Latism session. (#latismvoice)
<h2>Personal (and Social Media) Disruption</h2>
Nashville voters were facing an English-Only Resolution that would ban city government from working in any language other than English. That meant translations for immigrants and refugees would have been a no-no.

I did a few <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/04/apologies-in-advance-ranting-about-nashvilles-english-only-will-begin-shortly-2/" target="_blank">posts blasting the resolution </a>and a way-too long 4-minute video in the accent and character of a Cuban, <a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/2009/01/13/carmen-miranda-remolino-warns-nashville-pass-english-only-and-no-more-english-in-latin-restaurants-for-ju-no-gway-2/" target="_blank">Carmen Miranda Remolino</a>, to trash the councilman. The video is painful now to watch. I want to scream “cut! edit! cut! edit!”

Well, the thing was defeated. Amen. But, that was <span style="text-decoration: underline;">the first time I used my big mouth and my personal blog for a cause</span> became a broadening of what I wrote about.

It also was my intro to vlogging, something I now love and something I learned to do only after I broke two of my own rules:

1. Don’t express your opinion.
2. Cover your face from any video camera.

Know this:
<h2>The Rules You Have to Break Most Often are the Ones You Make Up for Yourself</h2>
If I had kept to the belief that I was always and forever a writer, a person who avoided the camera, I never would have taken up doing video.

But the truth is that as my blogging style emerged, and when the <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/about/what-is-tiki-tiki/" target="_blank">Tiki Tiki Blog</a> was born to tell the cuentos of what it is like to live Latin in the USA, I had to confront the fact that <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/category/video/" target="_blank">some stories have to be told on video.</a> (Despite how long Carmen Miranda Remolino went on, I got great feedback from readers and friends.)

So, for the Tiki Tiki, how could I capture the accents, the gestures, the facial expressions with just words? I can’t. So, I got a Flip cam, breathed deeply and went for it. It was scary and unknown, but a necessary way to tell the stories I want to tell.

It is an irony for me that this year the Tiki Tiki and I have been recognized for our videos -- not our writing. So, the attention has come for something that I did not know a lot about two years ago, something that forced me to <span style="text-decoration: underline;">break rules I had established for myself</span>.

The videos bring traffic. I optimize them just as I do blog posts. The videos also bring comments, and they have helped create the community that -- blessedly -- hangs out with us at the Tiki Tiki’s social media channels. In addition, videos and the Tiki Tiki help win me freelance work, so that’s not bad.

And so, back to the good rules: This new love of video means I have had to study things such technique, editing, software. It means I have watched a whole lot of vlogs, videos and business videos and heck, even commercials, which are great for teaching you to get a point across in 30 seconds. Knowledge is possibility.
<blockquote>And all the good stuff that doing video has brought has happened because I had the confidence to open my mouth, broke my own self-imposed rules and took a chance. When you break down your own barriers, new stuff appears for you. New paths and passions.

Breaking past fear and rules means the authentic appears, and that’s the voice, the person, whom your readers and viewers really want to know.</blockquote>
<h2>What Rules Do You Need to Break to Unleash Your Voice?</h2>
<ul>
	<li>What self-imposed rules are keeping you from telling it like it is?</li>
	<li>What rules are keeping you from expressing yourself with a more authentic voice, or in a different medium?</li>
	<li>What rules do you need to break in order to experiment and grow?</li>
</ul>
<strong>PS:</strong>
<blockquote>You don’t have to go off and Find Your Voice. You already know what it sounds like. Your Voice is the person who talks inside your head, the sound of your Spirit -- the one who tells you to try new stuff, but whom your outside voice, your public persona, often quiets.

Let that Voice out, scary as it can be, and many right things will happen.</blockquote>
<h2>#Latism11 Links</h2>
If you want to search through the Web to find more of what was said at the panel, search<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice" target="_blank"> #latismvoice </a>or<a href="https://www.google.com/search?gcx=w&amp;ix=c2&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=%23latismvoice#sclient=psy-ab&amp;hl=en&amp;source=hp&amp;q=%23latism11&amp;pbx=1&amp;oq=%23latism11&amp;aq=f&amp;aqi=g-bs1&amp;aql=&amp;gs_sm=e&amp;gs_upl=92832l94353l0l94738l7l6l0l0l0l3l234l1052l0.5.1l6l0&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;fp=3c9c3fcbb39d73f5&amp;biw=1440&amp;bih=785" target="_blank"> #latism11</a>.

Here's a <a href="http://solpersona.com/hispanic-online-media/latism-low-down-day/" target="_blank">cool list of Latism11 tips</a> sent via Twitter curated by Frankie De Soto.

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		<title>Well, Fudge. She Learned the F-Word</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly: “I know The F-Word!” “Really? What’s the F-Word?” “You know the F-Word, Mama.” “Fun, fudge, flip?” “Mamaaaaahhhh.” “OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?” “It’s a bad word.” “It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Maria announced, quite proudly:

“I know The F-Word!”

“Really? What’s the F-Word?”

“You know the F-Word, Mama.”

“Fun, fudge, flip?”

“Mamaaaaahhhh.”

“OK, why don’t you tell me what you think the F-Word is?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“It’s OK. You’re not in trouble, I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same F-Word.”

And then she said it, with the right frustrated emphasis on the “CK!” Grown up yuck from my little innocent’s mouth.

“Yup, that’s an F-Word, alright.”

Apparently, a classmate who does not enjoy doing a certain type of work told her that she likes to say The F-Word when she does this particular task.

Maria also told me she learned Ass and Damn, but I am not sure those gems came from the same classmate.

I am just feeling a little bit grateful she didn’t learn the F-Word from me. I have been known to say it a little bit and the Cubans I come from have bocas sucias. So, getting to nearly 8 and just learning the F-Word is a good example of our self-restraint. (I’m claiming that as parental victory, OK?)

So, her father and I had a talk with her about the use of her new words. We asked her not to say them because they’re not polite, and please, don’t teach them to any other kids. We especially emphasized we don’t want to get a call from school should she get caught dropping F-Bombs.

Words can hurt, she said.

Yes, they can, we said.

We also told her her friends will tell her a lot of things, things they will encourage her not to tell us. We told her some of the stuff will be wrong, that she can come to us for fact checking with no worries.

I had flashbacks to the neighbor girl who, when I was 8, told me where a man puts his penis to make a baby with a woman. I thought she was talking about the urethra. The fear that image struck in me...ay, I can’t even tell you. I never asked my mom about it. I shudder to think my kid is going to get that kind of wrong information.

The F-Word episode was funny and surprising. And sad, too. More examples of the beginning of innocence lost. I have an image of myself pushing away all the hard stuff, the ugly stuff, the mean stuff, away from her. A futile, and perhaps misguided, attempt.

But maybe this is what life is about. We lose our innocence in little bits -- and maybe some of us in huge chunks - and our work is to regain it, to get back to seeing and living as a child does.

I don’t know.

But, it is fascinating to watch it all unfold.

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		<title>Hotel Room: Disconnecting in a Bubble of Bliss</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 01:15:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This essay is part of the first #HablaTalk writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in. [caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"][/caption] A few weeks [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<em>This essay is part of the first<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html" target="_blank"><strong> #HablaTalk</strong> </a>writing prompt series I am doing with Latina Bloggers Connect. They're a way to inspire the writer, bring out the video star, and promote the community of talented voices. Check out the community and join in.</em>

[caption id="attachment_1806" align="aligncenter" width="275" caption="Happy Happy Joy Joy"]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1806" title="happy solitude" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wpid-1315926300552-e1317777242921.jpg" alt="happy solitude" width="275" height="366" /></a>[/caption]

<a href="http://www.latinabloggersconnect.com/the-community/#/1505548/forum/127682/habla-talk-prompt-sept-27,-2011.html"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1802" title="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/HablaTalkBadge1-150x150.jpg" alt="#HablaTalk Latina Bloggers Connect" width="150" height="150" /></a>A few weeks ago, I escaped on an overnight to Atlanta with a good friend. She had an appointment down there, 4.5 hours south of Nashville and I basically invited myself.

The plan was to eat and shop...and we did, though I did not score anything much. I do not count the  Ikea blanket as a fabulous score, despite the reasonable price. I marked it as “necessity.” I got one cool dress, but my goodness, there was disappoint to discover II can’t even score big with the clothes in Atlanta. Something is wrong with me and I think it is a combination of age 44 and extreme cheapness.

However, success was found in solitude, in the disconnect from the daily routine -- the lunch-making, the car-line, the working, the cooking, the dog walking. I know you know.

When my girlfriend left for her appointment early in the morning, I was left in a hotel room all by myself for five hours.

I had coffee, watched the morning shows -- which I rarely ever do -- I read the free newspaper in bed. I went to the gym and worked up a sweat. I took a long shower. I sat at the desk, fiddled with Twitter and Facebook, jotted down writing ideas, read about Angelina in Vanity Fair. I wore fuzzy socks.

In my college world religions class, I learned about a culture who believes that when we die, our soul travels up to the top of the Universe and is suspended for all eternity in its own Bubble of Bliss. There are others in their own Bubbles of Bliss all around you, but you don’t know it, and if you did, you wouldn’t care anyway, because you’re in your own Forever Bubble.

Hotel rooms are my own Bubble of Bliss.

I didn’t think about this much until I started attending blogging conferences. For as much as connecting with my tribe is wonderful, heading back to a hotel room alone is just about as sweet.

Writing down all this hotel love, I am struck at the memory of thinking a friend of mine odd for her hotel habit. She told me about it maybe seven years ago, or so (Our daughters are the same age). Every once in a while, when she needs to disconnect, to recharge, she leaves the husband and kids at home and checks into a local hotel. I remember her telling me that she sleeps well, she reads, she watches movies.

I don’t think I got it then, but I so get it now. (The woman is genius, really.)

As the Atlanta escape ended and my girlfriend and I got back in her Mama Fab Van and headed north to Nashvegas, I was recharged (an a little high on free hotel coffee).

And a recharged me means I connect better with my family and the creative goods flow better in my work.

And well plus, I’m always happier when someone else makes the beds.

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		<title>The New Southern-Latino Table, a Melding</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 14:54:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1795" align="alignleft" width="257" caption="Author is coming to Nashville."][/caption] Hey, American South, look what is happening: A new cuisine is emerging, born of Southern and Latino cultures. Que? Tamales stuffed with greens, corn ice cream topped with hot praline sauce, brownies with chile, sweet potato and plaintain casserole. Welcome to El Nuevo South. The ingredients [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[caption id="attachment_1795" align="alignleft" width="257" caption="Author is coming to Nashville."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/6205098106_468c47bd20.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1795" title="The New Southern-Latino Table by Sandra A. Gutierrez" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/6205098106_468c47bd20-257x300.jpg" alt="The New Southern-Latino Table by Sandra A. Gutierrez" width="257" height="300" /></a>[/caption]

Hey, American South, look what is happening: A new cuisine is emerging, born of Southern and Latino cultures.

Que?

Tamales stuffed with greens, corn ice cream topped with hot praline sauce, brownies with chile, sweet potato and plaintain casserole.

Welcome to El Nuevo South.

The ingredients of our people are joyfully intermingling with traditional Southern staples and celebrated in a new cook book, <strong><em>The New Southern-Latino Table: Recipes that Bring Together the Bold and Beloved Flavors of Latin America &amp; the American South</em></strong>, by Sandra A. Gutierrez.

The 150 original recipes explore the melding of cultures, ingredients and cooking techniques of more than 20 Latin American countries with that of the traditional American South.

We can only say Wepa, Y’all, to that.
<blockquote>Gutierrez, a food writer and culinary instructor from Cary, N.C., will be in Nashville this month during the Southern Festival of Books. She will be on a panel entitled “Meet Me in The Kitchen -- Recipes for the New World Cook” from 12 p.m. to 1:30 p.m. Sunday, Oct. 16 in Room 30 of Legislative Plaza. (Be sure to check the online schedule just in case anything changes between now and then.)</blockquote>
I spoke to Gutierrez, who was raised in Guatemala and the United States, about the book and <a href="http://tikitikiblog.com/the-new-southern-latino-table-recipes-yall/" target="_blank"><strong>she shared some of her original recipes on the</strong> <strong>Tiki Tik</strong>i</a>. So, head over there, print them out and share, share, share them. (And then buy the book.)

You also can connect with Gutierrez at her site, <a href="http://sandraskitchenstudio.com/" target="_blank">Sandra's Kitchen Studio</a>, and on her <a href="http://www.facebook.com/TheNewSouthernLatinoTable" target="_blank">Facebook page</a>.
<div>I leave you with this image of <strong>Guava Layer Cake with Cream Chese Frosting</strong> from the book, an image that made me dream of los bakeries in Miami and made me believe I can make this Cuban- and Southern-blended cake for my own daughter, a Cuban-ish girl born and raised in the American South -- a perfect melding of cultures. Like the recipes in the book.</div>
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[caption id="attachment_1788" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="From &quot;The New Southern-Latino Table: Recipes that Bring Together the Bold and Beloved Flavors of Latin America &amp; the American South.&quot; by Sandra A. Gutierrez. Used by permission, University of North Carolina Press."]<a href="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Guava-Layer-Cake-with-Cream-Cheese-Frosting-e1317602946478.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1788" title="Guava Layer Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting" src="http://bilingualintheboonies.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Guava-Layer-Cake-with-Cream-Cheese-Frosting-e1317602946478.jpg" alt="Guava Layer Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting" width="500" height="353" /></a>[/caption]

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