When I went in for my first cataract surgery, the nurse handed me a medical questionnaire.  Among the boxes to be checked was the one that often gives me pause.  Was I white or Hispanic?  I never know what to do with these labels.  (Blog 8/8/17)  In the end, I checked the “whit

I’ve never been comfortable with the designation, “Hispanic.”  I see myself as being of Latin origin, a descendent of those who spoke a romance language — in my case, Spanish rather than French or Italian.  I have no knowledge of any language known as “Hispanic.”  H