My father, Dr. Alejandro Barberena Perez

April 14, 1914 – August 5, 1997 In Spanish speaking countries, our full, legal names include both of our parents’ surnames – the father’s lineage comes first and it is the most important one.  In my father’s case, that would be Barberena as he was the son of Juan Barberena.  Perez comes from his mother’s …

A Pathway Followed From an Early Age

In Nicaragua, people tell stories to each other while rocking in the ever present rocking chairs.  This is our way of expressing ourselves, making connections and entertaining visitors.  So, I’ll proceed to tell you a story about my formal schooling which started at an early age.  At the age of 3, I started noticing that …

Young mother, Alejandro and Celia

Neighbors would tell my mother to be careful with her in-laws as they were a difficult clan to contend with.  Mother already knew. Now that I have been married for 35 years, I know that in-laws can make your life sweeter or treacherous. I also know that marriage requires work even in the best of …

mother's funeral

I have written how my mother lost her parents at an early age. She also died young.  As I examine her life, she learned from the struggle of living through the challenging hand that was dealt to her. Following me, she immigrated to the United States and settled in Los Angeles where she had friends …

Ned and Celia

You never know where life will take you.  When I was growing up as a Catholic girl I never thought that I would marry and later divorce.  Marriage was supposed to be forever.  However, that was not true for me, painful as it was in so many levels.  In addition to the personal loss, I …

Nicaragua

According to my father, a Nicaraguan historian, Granada, the city of my birth, is the oldest city in the Americas, founded in the first quarter of the 1,500’s.  Family folklore has it that I was born at 6:00 a.m. in my mother’s home.  Early that morning my father went off in a horse drawn carriage, …

Alejandro and Celia

If we could choose our parents, would we choose the same? It’s hard to say.  Our parents are imperfect human beings as we all are.  However, would I like myself if I were very different? The product or another set of parents? Who knows!  I am used to who I am and what I know. …