I'm learning Spanish - I got Rosetta Stone for Christmas.

I speak Spanish to God Italian to women French to men and German to my horse.

There is a bright spot or two for the Spaniards. French toast has become freedom toast on the Air Force One breakfast menu but the Spanish omelet is still a Spanish omelet.

And though various organizations in America and England collected money and sent food parcels to these refugees nothing was ever received by the Spanish.

My parents were French and Irish and our family even has Spanish blood-and I do so love the United States and consider myself part American.

I grew up in a predominantly Caucasian neighborhood but my mom is Filipino-Spanish and my dad is Irish.

We had the skirts with the slits up the side sort of tough sort of Spanish Harlem cool but sweet too.

I love the song 'El Rey.' And for years I never knew what the song was totally about. It was something new for me. I'd never sung a song in Spanish before. Then I got the translation and saw what a really cool song it was.

I'd love to go to art school. I'd love to learn how to draw. I'd love to be fluent in Spanish. I'd like to be a brain surgeon.

I have never denied my background or my culture. I have taught my child to embrace her Mexican heritage to love my first language Spanish to learn about Mexican history music folk art food and even the Mexican candy I grew up with.