When Your Mother Country Becomes a Foreign Land
I grew up in the in-between: white, Hispanic, a pigment of mixtures that blended unevenly.
Cindy Lamothe is a biracial essayist and freelance journalist living in Guatemala. Her writing has appeared in Catapult, The New York Times, Guernica Daily, The Rumpus, Hunger Mountain, Tiferet Journal, Eastern Iowa Review, Fiction Southeast, among others. She is currently at work on a collection of essays exploring her multicultural identity and experience growing up between worlds. Find her at www.cindylamothe.com and @CRLamothe.
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