She wants to help readers see that no matter where we come from, what languages we speak or what we look like, we all belong. In her writing, she tells what it is like to be an immigrant in the United States, how it is both amazing and very hard. She calls herself a “Dominican-American writer” and writes poems, books and stories, some of them for children. She wrote stories mostly in English and sprinkled them with Spanish words. She started writing more about the Dominican Republic and her childhood. She felt excited about bringing her past to life using words. As a young woman, she also made new friends with other Latinas-women from Latin American countries like the Dominican Republic, Chile, Argentina and Colombia. But her life experience gave her a different way of seeing the world. At first, she tried to write like famous American writers, most of them white male writers. As she grew older, instead of just reading stories, she began to write them.
There was one place, however, where Julia felt she could be her true self-in her writing. She and her sisters did everything they could to behave like they thought American girls were supposed to behave. She fixed her hair to make it straight, not curly. She only spoke English outside of her home. She tried to hide that she was an immigrant so other kids wouldn’t make fun of her. Julia changed to fit in and make friends. Figuring out new words helped her English get better and better. Those stories took Julia’s imagination to wonderful and exciting places. When she wanted to get away from her unhappiness, she escaped between the covers of books. The teasing hurt Julia’s feelings, and she grew quiet and shy. They turned up their noses at the spicy, garlicky food in her lunch box. Kids made fun of her frilly dresses and dark curly hair. At one school, the teachers punished Julia when they heard her speak Spanish. Bullies yelled at her: “Go back where you came from!” They threw rocks at her and teased her about her accent-the way she spoke. Julia knew some English, but her new classmates spoke so fast.
#Julia alvarez family tree skin#
The cold winter made her skin dry and cracked. Julia missed her cousins, and her big happy family. At first, they had to squeeze six people into a small apartment instead of living in a large house. Her family was only able to bring a few suitcases of clothes.
But being an immigrant in a new land was harder than she ever imagined. When Julia was 10 years old, they flew back to New York to start a new life.Īt first, Julia was very excited to return to where she had been born. Julia’s father was in danger, and he decided the family should escape. The Dominican Republic, though, was an unsafe place at the time. Julia enjoyed having fun, making mischief and making up stories. There, Julia played with her three sisters and many cousins, laughing loudly and shouting to each other in Spanish. Each summer, Julia’s family shared a big beach house in the Dominican Republic with her aunts, uncles and cousins. When Julia was still a baby, her family moved back to that warm, sunny country. Her parents, however, were from a country called the Dominican Republic. They often experience the same feelings you just imagined. People, like Julia’s parents, who move to another country to start a new life are called immigrants. Julia Alvarez was a little girl the second time her family moved to the United States. Imagine how you might feel being that new kid in that new place. More than anything, you want to talk to them, to make new friends, but they don’t understand what you’re saying, either. The kids you meet on the playground speak a different language than you. People dress in clothes you’ve never seen. The food smells and tastes different from anything you’ve eaten before. It takes hours, maybe days, but finally you arrive. Now you start moving over the water, on the highway or through the air. Maybe you’re getting into a car, or onto a boat, bus or plane. Imagine that you are going on a trip with your family-a big trip. Take a deep breath and turn on your imaginations.
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