I am a Hispanic female who was raised in a mostly Asian and White community. My parents did not speak Spanish to me and therefore I had no bilingual skills. I am a fair skinned, green-eyed female with a narrow nose, narrow lips and light, reddish - brown hair who only speaks English. I began most of my life believing I was white. My father and my mother have black hair and brown eyes. My mother is fair and my father is moreno (brown). Rejected by the Hispanic community, I found acceptance in the white one. Not until I began my education did I have any knowledge of my Hispanic culture. It was through this that I began to learn Spanish and appriciate the history. When I attempted to join Hispanic groups on campus I was totally rejected once again. This is when I began to learn that only one Man in this place is just and fair. God, his grace his understanding and his love kept me strong. I can practice my culture even if I am totally rejected for bieng a Gringa, Americana a Blanca (white girl) I remained patient that God would somehow touch my life and I would began to really absorb my heritage. On HIS time he brought me my husband who did not see skin color as a definition for racial identity. He really did not even believe I was Hispanic until he met my father and saw the pictures of my grandfather in a sombrero and a sarape. I feel more blessed to have been on both sides. God never let me get totally comfortable by hiding in the security of my skin color. HE forced me to look within beyond the mirror and search the soul or "alma" that is within me. The richness of having a chance to experiance both sides, never to choose one or the other for the sake of security purposes. But to look within and discover that the cover never reveals what the spirit feels.... This is my story, Enchidadas de crema- ( a dish that instead of red sauce is made with cream but still has a very Hispanic flavor....

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