Amanda Polanski sat at the kitchen table of her newly purchased South Miami townhouse, coffee cup in hand, a look of deep concern weighing her furrowed brow. Her back to the kitchen door, a silent shadow crossed the living room, barely in her peripheral vision. Amanda...
Having spent a significant amount of time outside of Miami, and therefore away from my fellow Cuban-Americans, I have gained a tremendous appreciation for the art of Cuban cursing. Firstly, el idioma de Cervantes is particularly well suited for weaving layered,...