A biography for Raquel Cepedahasn’t been written yet.
“If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground.”
“I guess it all depends on whom you ask and when you ask. Race, I've learned, is in the eye of the beholder.”
“Alice’s razor-thin blond hair is what people in Santo Domingo call bueno, but I don’t understand how that kind of hair can be good. It doesn’t move at all, or ripple like the water in Boca Chica when I throw shells at it.”
“Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here.”
“I think Dad wanted to feel the pain, to feel his body cry, an urgent reminder that he was still alive. I pretended not to notice.”
“For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.”
“The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations of royal blue that make the winding roads look like streamlets or shallow ocean water.”
“Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?”
“I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.”
“...being Latino means being from everywhere, and that is exactly what America is supposed to be about.”
“I have never bought into the idea that blood is thicker than water. Love and respect are meant to be earned from our children, our spouses, our families, and our friends.”