The Language Behind the Door
María Benedetti and the Long Road Back to an Identity That Had Always Been There During María Benedetti's childhood, Puerto Rico was a twenty-block walk away. From their home in Jackson Heights, Queens, the family would walk to Elmhurst to visit her grandmother, María Cristina. Those family gatherings had food, long conversations around the table, music, and that affectionate chaos of families who talk, sing, and argue almost at the same time. There was a bar in the basement, and when the...
