Every few months we invite the LatinLover community to make and share work related to a theme. From May through July, LatinLover is all about home. And we'll be awarding these five prizes:
Editors' Choice for a piece that captures the essence of LatinLover. Two roundtrip airline tickets from New York City to any major Aeromexico destination. Sponsored by Aeromexico.
3 Community Picks for the most popular work according to site analytics and/or input at events. One US$100 gift certificate to a top New York City area restaurant.
Wild Card for a piece of work selected randomly from all submissions we receive. US$500.
In general, past prize winners have submitted work with both power and heart: high energy, deeply observed, evocative, warm, generous, accessible, nourishing. Here are a few examples.
One Sunday afternoon in the north most tip of the Miraflores district in Lima, Peru, I was hungry and looking for a place to eat. It was Sunday so it had to be ceviche, for Sunday is the day of the Christians and fish is the dish of Jesus and it is a personal rule of mine to eat ceviche for lunch on Sundays whenever possible.
Latin America has a long tradition of written non-fiction narrative, known as crónica—think Gabriel Garcia, Elena Poniatowska or, more recently, Gatopardo and Etiqueta Negra magazines—but that tradition has never made the leap to radio. Until now.
November 2009 was a good time to come to Miami. That fall, the country was in love with hope. Obama had won the presidency. The economic free fall had halted just shy of collapse. Hurricane season had come and gone, without the usual havoc. It was time to look up again.
One Sunday afternoon in the north most tip of the Miraflores district in Lima, Peru, I was hungry and looking for a place to eat. It was Sunday so it had to be ceviche, for Sunday is the day of the Christians and fish is the dish of Jesus and it is a personal rule of mine to eat ceviche for lunch on Sundays whenever possible.