LA Taco | January 6, 2023

Why Catholics Almost Choke On Baby Jesus Each Year on Día de Los Reyes

During my Catholic childhood, I took the religion’s cannibalistic metaphors seriously. I believed what the bewhiskered monjitas taught me in catechism class, that my classmates and I were being prepared to receive the body and blood of a long-haired man born in a manger.

On the day that I first received the Eucharist… It tasted like cereal, not at all meaty as I’d imagined it would.

Nat. Catholic Reporter | November 1, 2021

Death Becomes Us 

My mother was raised near the second-oldest cemetery in Guadalajara, Panteón de Mezquitán. Established in 1896, murals cover the high walls surrounding its terrain. Some of these artworks feature incarnations of Death herself, and, depending on the weather, one can find Mezquitán’s graveyard dogs sunbathing, hiding from the rain or scratching mosquito bites. During my grandmother Arcelia’s funeral procession, a yellow canine appeared beside her coffin. My mother nudged me.

“It’s your grandfather,” she whispered. “He’s accompanying my mother.”