multicultural
does not describe me fully
it is where to start



Wednesday, March 12, 2014

We Speak Bilingual - Hablamos Bilingüe



In English
Recently, my cousin posted a Facebook link to the 1940 U.S. Census report, featuring our grandparents and parents then living in Puerto Rico. 
The response from the generation which followed them was remarkable because of the language in which each person chose to comment. 

The thread started in Spanish. That cousin grew up in the Dominican Republic. I responded in Spanish. In my childhood, that was the only language we spoke at home, though we lived near Chicago. 


Then, another of my cousins responded in English, noting that she could read and understand everything written in Spanish, but she felt most comfortable writing in English.


The thread became only English for a while. Then the original commenter said her situation was exactly the reverse. She could understand everything written in English, but felt most comfortable writing in Spanish.


From that point forward, the thread went back and forth between Spanish and English. I wrote in both languages, depending on which seemed best for expressing what I wanted to say.


In so doing, I represent another variant, someone with a large facility in both languages. I did not speak English until I attended primary school. From that moment on, I lived parallel lives in which, at home and in church, I only spoke Spanish; at school, only English. All of my formal education was conducted in English.


At home, however, I was receiving another education, which despite being less formal was equally intensive. I was involved in classes dedicated to biblical study. I also participated in daily religious services. In addition, my father, who was a poet and a minister, maintained a library containing Hispanic literature, works that my classes in English 
largely ignored.
Despite this rich orientation in both languages, however, I have to admit that, due to my residence in the United States, English is the language in which I feel more capable and comfortable. 

In our Facebook discussion, not all of my cousins shared my ease with both languages. Nevertheless, regardless of the language used, we all understood each other. The connection felt real.


Is this flexible language capability representative only of a transitional generation among Latinos living in the US? Will the next generation use and understand only one language? What will that mean culturally for Latinos? How will our literature, our politics, our view of the world be affected?

No sé, and I don’t know.
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En Español
Recientemente, mi prima publicó un link en Facebook, un enlace con el censo del 1940, en el cual figuraban nuestros abuelos y tíos.  Las respuestas de la generación siguiente fueron notables por el idioma en el que cada persona decidió comentar.
El hilo de la conversación comenzó en español. Esa prima se crió en la República Dominicana.  Yo respondí en español. En mi niñez, era el único idioma que hablábamos en casa, a pesar de que vivíamos cerca de Chicago.
Luego, otra de mis primas respondió en inglés, explicando  que  podía leer y comprender todo lo escrito en español, pero que se sentía más cómoda escribiendo en inglés.
Seguimos en inglés por un rato. Entonces, la comentarista original dijo que su situación era exactamente la contraria.  Podía entender todo lo escrito en inglés, pero se sentía más cómoda escribiendo en español.
De ahí en adelante, le dimos ida y vuelta entre el español y el inglés. Yo escribí en ambos idiomas, dependiendo de cuál me parecía mejor para expresar lo que quería decir. 
Al hacerlo, yo represento a otra variante, alguien con una amplia facilidad en los dos idiomas. No hablé inglés hasta que asistí a la escuela primaria. A partir de ese momento, viví vidas paralelas en las que, en casa, sólo hablaba español; en la escuela, sólo inglés. 
En casa, sin embargo, estaba recibiendo otra educación, que a pesar de ser menos formal era igualmente intensa. Estaba involucrada en clases dedicadas al estudio bíblico. También, participaba en servicios religiosos diarios. Además, mi padre, que era poeta y ministro, mantenía una biblioteca que contenía literatura hispánica, obras que mis clases en inglés en gran parte ignoraban.
No obstante esa rica orientación en ambos idiomas, tengo que admitir que, debido a mi estadía en los Estados Unidos, el inglés es el idioma en el que me siento más capaz y cómoda. 
En nuestra discusión de Facebook, no todos mis primos compartieron mi facilidad con ambos idiomas. Sin embargo, todos nos entendíamos, independientemente del idioma utilizado. La conexión fue real.
¿Será esta flexibilidad con el lenguaje únicamente representante de una generación de transición para aquellos latinos que viven en los Estados Unidos? ¿Se encontrará limitada la próxima generación al uso y a la comprensión de un solo idioma? ¿Qué significará esto culturalmente para los Latinos? ¿Cómo se verá afectada nuestra literatura, nuestra política, nuestra visión del mundo?
I don’t know y no sé.        

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

My Writer's Journey

Though I first posted the following poem on my health blog, Peace Be with You, I now post it here as well. The poem seems appropriate for also describing my writing journey.

I have had many positive experiences on my writing journey. Those include, along with great personal growth, that I recently published a book of poetry. Numerous short stories have also appeared in literary reviews. My novels, however, remain unpublished.

Of course,the choice to publish is now entirely my own. New self publishing options make it possible to bypass the industry’s traditional gatekeepers who have not known what to do with my fiction. The gatekeepers are now solely the reading audience which will embrace, or not, what one has written. My current hope is to be able to reach that audience effectively and that it will welcome me.

On my writing journey, there will again be highs, as well as disappointments. But, whether I publish again or not, I will never stop writing, which I love to do. Through it all, it will remain a journey of healing and self discovery.

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The Healing Journey of a Broken Vessel

Whence does my hope come?
Why does faith in renewal
remain undaunted?

A broken vessel
containing my life stories
lies shattered and strewn.

New life may emerge
from the shards of brokenness.
Will I be patient?

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

From Creation to Transformation


Writing my book Peace on the Journey was a joy. I also felt pride because of its potential for helping those about whom Dr. Joan Barice has said, “For those struggling with chronic illness, loss of a loved one, or any major life challenge, these Peace on the Journey poems affirm that one can still choose to smile and resolutely renew life. Facing hardship honestly but tempering it with hope, these healing poems light a path out of despair.”

While my joy and pride came in part from seeing my name on a published book, they also came from knowing that this book is a fundraiser as well. Ten percent of its net proceeds are designated for the Myelin Repair Foundation, a deserving research organization which might transform the lives of millions suffering from MS. 

Yet, I have dreaded the promotional stage of this book’s journey. Then I realized, how will anyone know about the book if I don’t tell them about it? How will potential readers benefit if no one feels motivated to purchase the book? I must enjoy promoting this book as much as I did writing it.

Still, promoting a book of poetry has felt strange.The thing is, I never expected to produce a book of poetry. I was, I thought, a published short story author seeking to be recognized for her novels some day. Then, in 2009, in addition to this blog focused on literary and cultural themes, I started another one called Peace Be with You. The reason was I wanted to write anonymously about my own journey with MS. Somehow, that MS blog segued from prose into poetry. Don’t ask me why. It just happened, and I went along.

After posting the blog’s poems, though, I was stunned by some of the reactions I started getting, and not just from those affected by MS. I received comments like: “With your words I see hope and understanding … At times, your words say what I’m feeling that I couldn’t find the words for.” Another reader said, “You always manage to speak the words that are in my heart and mind.”

Then, people began asking if the poems were available in a book. I kept saying, no, no, no. First, I didn’t know if I was physically up to producing a book. Second, I still resisted identifying myself as a poet. Then, one day, I realized that I might not be a poet with a capital P, but my writing was resonating with readers. Why not provide the book they were asking for?

I proceeded to winnow my blog’s roughly 1100 poems into 366. This format would offer a year's worth of poems for anyone dealing with loss of any kind. Over the next two years, during which there was some teeth gnashing and, yes, a few choice curse words, I finalized the manuscript for publication. 

Now, the paperback and Kindle editions are available on Amazon. Not infrequently, I gaze at the book with a sense of wonder. Did I really write this? Daily, for my own inspiration, I read the book’s poems on my Kindle. Strangely, the poems read as if someone else has written them. They feel transformative, though I am already deeply familiar with their content. Indeed, Peace on the Journey  feels like the universe’s gift to me.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Kindle Edition Available


The Kindle version of my book is now available.  Peace on the Journey is enrolled in Amazon’s Matchbook program. This means that if you already purchased the print edition in the past (or purchase one now), the Kindle price is reduced by 50%.

It has been a remarkable experience for me to read my own book in this new edition. It feels as if I had published it for the first time. Also, in my Kindle library (organized by Amazon), my book “sits” alongside Thomas Jefferson and John Keats. What a thrill!


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Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Too Many Websites?


Over the years, I have kept active at least two separate blogs. That made sense because each focused on completely different topics. This particular blog has focused mostly on my literary life.  The other blogs focused on personal health and a miscellany of topics. Each of these blogs has had its own personality. For example, one was strictly prose; another, poetry. Each also had its own discrete set of followers.

With the publication of my book, Peace on the Journey: Poems, I have also created another blog/website called Peace on the Journey, still under construction. That website’s concept is that it will focus strictly on the book. Besides, it gave me an opportunity to register the name of my book as a website.

Increasingly, though, I find myself using the same post in the various blogs. Now, that might be a sign of fatigue over managing too many blogs. Or, it might be a sign that I am finally integrating the separate parts of my life.  I do own the rights to JudithMercado.com, which is currently inactive. Perhaps, when I eventually activate that website, I will have full integration by simply listing separate pages for each of my various blogs. We’ll see. This is a work in progress, as is my life.

In the meantime, I share with you today’s poem from my Peace Be with You blog



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Future Promise


Morning hoarfrost forms
fresh dew frozen on parched grass
before sunlight comes.

A slumbering world
poised to shed its dormancy
awaits light’s coming.

What life may exist
beneath apparent stillness
holds future promise.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

In This New Year


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May You ... 

Have light shine away
the darkness of your valley
so you can reach home.

 Meet along the way
strangers who treat you kindly
 and with a full smile.

 Feel deep in your heart
the warmth of those beside you
 who also love you.