¡Oye, mi hija!
All my life I’ve been told what the perfect mold of a well-mannered, Puerto Rican girl was. Rambunctious (check). Tan (check). Loved the food (check). Spanish-speaking (check). Boy crazy (erm). Straight (okay we’re not doing well here). Baby machine (NO). Beautiful (eh). Confident, flirty, coquetteish — you get my gist? Bred into a Southern American … Read more
