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Gustavo Arellano’s Weekly, Canto LXXV: Alcoholics Anonymous and Me, One Day at a Time

Gentle cabrones: It looked like a typical quinceañera reception last Saturday when I walked into Acker Hall at Garden Grove United Methodist Church in — where else? — Garden...

Gustavo Arellano’s Weekly, Canto LXXIV: The Chiltepín of My Dreams

Gentle cabrones: There are gardening metaphors for life, and then there’s what happened with my chiltepín. Ever heard of it? Unless you’re from northern Mexico, or...

Gustavo Arellano’s Weekly, Canto LXXIII: To My Mami, On What Would’ve Been Her...

Gentle cabrones: Every August 25, I'd call my mom to purposefully wish her a happy birthday on the wrong date, because I knew it would make her happy.

Do You Have a Proposition 187 Story? Gustavo Wants to Talk to YOU!

25 years ago, California saw one of its most rancorous political campaigns unfold with Proposition 187. The 1994 ballot measure -- drafted by former INS officials, Orange County suburbanites, and politicians -- sought to deny...

Gustavo Arellano’s Weekly, Canto LXXII: Pool Daze

Gentle cabrones: It’s peak summer right now, which means everyone’s on vacation, judging by the out-of-office replies I got last time I sent out a canto. Hell, I’m guilty of this too – I didn’t...

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The Central Valley Is the Heart and Soul of California

A dispatch from Highway 99 and the underappreciated wonderland of Mexican food that stretches from Bakersfield to Sacramento

Chevy’s Traverse is for Mexicans who don’t need a huge-ass Suburban but still want...

It’s so much better than some rinky dink RAV4 or whatever the hell Toyota makes nowadays (I still stick to the Mexican credo that you buy Japanese cars and American SUVs and trucks).