[…] own good) Lamanita, lamanita, lamanita ese soy yo (Lamanite, Lamanite, Lamanite, that’s me) Y a los ojos de mi Cristo el mejor (And in the eyes of my Christ, the best) For her, the […]
[…] alongside our English version. Click here for the full article. Nos complace ofrecer una versión en español de “LA RESISTENCIA DEL MULTICULTURALISMO:INMIGRANTES LATINAS NAVEGAN ESPACIOS MORMONESEN LOS ESTADOS UNIDOS DE AMÉRICA.” Haga clic aquí […]
[…] Christmas tree on the stand next.” Are we limited to only the ‘official’ symbols?” asked Brother Wen del, looking straight at Brother Jones. Brother Jones just stared ahead. Brother Wendel continued. “Are we not […]
[…] crossing back into America. Come what may, he had to keep moving north. His plane left the El Paso airport for New York in less than twenty-four hours. Closing his eyes, Steven engaged himself […]
I remember that day perfectly—every violet plum with its orange smudges, the rim of the huge blue canning kettle smeared with thick yellow slime and little tatters of purple peel. It was the day I…
[…] hold meetings. Mother asked them what house it was, and the elders replied it was La Casa de las Locas. Abuelita started to laugh and told the elders that men used to go to […]
[…] car, but walked down the street and caught a bus that took him on the Avenida Nueve de Julio through the middle of downtown. It was still early evening, but all eight lanes were […]
[…] States have been nominally in operation,” although in reality the Mormons governed themselves. The Territorial Government ruled de jure, while the State of Deseret continued to be the real authority accepted by the Saints. […]
[…] again. “But for one moment, sit by my side.” Fernando smiled, uncovering his straight, narrow teeth. “Leon de Dio.” He lifted his chin to the West, and his chiseled face, strong cheekbones and bristled […]