Recollections and reconnections: Cuban nicknames and insults

<p>I didn&rsquo;t remember that last one. It sounded vaguely aquatic. I responded:&nbsp;<em>Moraima? WTF is Moraima?</em></p> <p>He wrote back:&nbsp;<em>Erik&rsquo;s mom!</em></p> <p>I laughed, realizing I was staring at a mom-joke that lay dormant for decades. Our shared adolescence had woken from a deep slumber. Each message that came through had the same jolting effect as a shot of espresso from&nbsp;<em>La Carreta</em>&nbsp;on Bird, where many Cuban fathers would convene for&nbsp;<em>caf&eacute;</em>, a cigarette, and a dramatic, hands-waving analysis of the state of our disunion. They were normal conversations that would easily be mistaken for vicious arguments anywhere north of Hialeah.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@MichaelCalienes/recollections-and-reconnections-cuban-nicknames-and-insults-e41d865365a5"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>