(The author circa 1991 in her mom's 24th and Harrison apartment.) Words by Rebecca Bodenheimer My mom constantly reminds me that the only thing she forced me to do as a kid was learn Spanish. She always recognized the significance of California’s demographics and where they were headed. Sure enough, by high school, I was in AP Spanish and basically fluent. Both my parents spoke Spanish and worked with Latino communities. My mom was a professor of Latin American Studies who traveled to Guatemala for six weeks nearly every summer, and Univision’s nightly news show — anchored by the still [...]