Spanish Nursery Rhymes That Tune Your Tongue
A lullaby on the Malecón One breezy Sunday evening I perched on Santo Domingo’s Malecón,
A lullaby on the Malecón One breezy Sunday evening I perched on Santo Domingo’s Malecón,
The day “gracias” collided with “thanks” Two summers ago in Santo Domingo, my four-year-old son
Why “Cinco Minutos Más” Became My Daily Boss Battle Last month in Medellín, my daughter
A backpack full of jitters—and two magic words Last August Emma, our seven-year-old, clutched her
The laundry basket that spoke two languages One Saturday in Santo Domingo, my living room
The night the frog became a cacique Last month in Santiago de los Caballeros my
The day Emma bit the tongue depressor Last February in Santo Domingo my three-year-old, Emma,
A late-night scramble in Santo Domingo Two summers ago my partner and I scored last-minute
A Tuesday night word problem meltdown A few months ago, my Colombian partner’s twelve-year-old nephew,
The day my daughter’s teacher switched to rapid-fire Spanish Last November, fresh coffee in hand,