The future: studies confirm it’s Latina

The Future: Studies confirm it's Latina on Pura Vida Sometimes

I could tell you about the potential of the LatinX community based on personal experience and obvious bias, but you don’t have to take it from me. Indeed, actual studies confirm: the future is Latina. Over the summer, I attended #WeAllGrow, a professional summit for Latina changemakers – creatives, creators, and entrepreneurs from all over the United States and Latin America. Over the course of four days, 500 women gained expertise, resources, and an amazing network. But the magic of the event was in the sisterhood, designed to inspire and empower high-potential Latinas. Really, it was the first time I […]

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The past: Latin History for Morons

The Past: Latin History for Morons on Pura Vida Sometimes

I’m sorry you didn’t see actor and comedian John Leguizamo‘s Latin History for Morons because it’s brilliant. Like his other stand-up specials, it’s hilarious and physical, yet sad and very real, but this show, in particular, is extremely well-researched and -scripted and it’s such important work. The hubs and I went to see the live version of the show (which you can see on Netflix now, if not in person) last Friday upon my heavy suggestion. We’d already seen the special on Netflix, but I could watch it over and over again. Needless to say, I knew what I was […]

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Raising Strong & Happy Girls Who Win

Girls Who Win on Pura Vida Sometimes

On a very typical Saturday morning, I was probably in junior high, my sister and I were watching cartoons in our pajamas having just woken up, easing into the joys of the weekend. My father who, by the looks of it, had been up and at it at least a couple of hours, busted through the door, stood inquisitively in front of us, waited a few seconds, and decisively said, “You guys look bored.” We sprung from the couch and shouted, “No, no, definitely not bored! No, Dad.” He turned around and went into his workshop as we scattered to […]

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