Growing up I lived with my grandmother and felt fortunate to enjoy her love on a daily basis. As a biracial child of African-American and Mexican descent, she was one of the connections to my Latino roots and culture. Some of my fondest childhood memories were in the kitchen while my grandmother cooked. The kitchen was where she not only shared chisme, but our history and imparted wisdom. These talks, while preparing and cooking food, provided me a valuable sense of being and belonging.
