CREATIVE FELLOWSHIP

In mefenufudofo, I join my mother's preparation of menudo, a Mexican traditional dish, for the new year. Using my mother's composed language, I speak about our mother-daughter connection, cycles, our multiple identities. The language she taught me has no name but only rules: after each syllable add a repeating consonant with the syllable's vowel. As a young girl, my mother's life revolved around this composed language at the Mexican border town of Reynosa to speak in secrecy with other young girls while adults were in the room. As a border woman, I use this language to escape the constrains of the Spanish and English language, and more so the identity these languages carry.