By Damarys Ocaña Perez | 04/26/2013 - 12:07
These pages were supposed to host a virtual quinceañera — a celebration of Dolores Prida’s 15 years as Latina’s advice columnist, with a special piece by the veteran writer herself. It was to be a toast to her witty, on-point, irreverent and unabashedly feminist advice on everything from getting rid of cheating boyfriends to reconnecting with Latin culture.
By Damarys Ocaña Perez | 01/20/2013 - 18:16
I met Dolores Prida shortly after I joined Latina as associate editor, in 2004. She worked mostly from home but had a cubicle in our Times Square office, and she would come in about once a week, usually unannounced, to work and catch up with everyone. I was one of the many young Latinas who read her column in the magazine religiously and wondered what the woman behind the witty and wise advice would be like in person.
By Samantha Leal | 01/20/2013 - 17:36
We're deeply saddened by Dolores Prida's passing, but her wisdom lives on. As the wise and amazing advice columnist for "Dolores Dice," you came to her with marriage troubles, financial woes, sex advice and everything in between -- and she answered! Take a look at some of her best pieces of advice.
By Lee Hernandez | 01/20/2013 - 15:08
We lost one of the great ones today.
Dolores Prida, legendary playwright, columnist and Latina trailblazer, died this morning at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City.
The author of Latina's "Dolores Dice" column, and one of the founding members of the magazine, Dolores was a part of our Latina family and our hearts are heavy this morning as we report the news of her passing.
By Dolores Prida | 11/14/2012 - 14:49
Are your ears ringing? Is your cell phone buzzing? Got lots of texting inviting you to the prom? Any flowers and candy yet?
With the tremendous role the Latino vote played in last week’s presidential election, the courting has begun for next time around. All of a sudden, after being bullied for years, we are the most popular girl in high school.
By Dolores Prida | 11/06/2012 - 11:06
I haven't called myself a "girl" in a long time, but I'm so fired up about today's presidential election that I can't help singing along with Alicia Keys.
Most of all, I can't stop thinking about the girls on fire of a century ago--the suffragists, those women with plenty of ovarios who marched, got beaten, harassed, thrown in jail for daring to demand that women be allowed to vote.
Imagine, women on hunger strikes for wanting to do what we now take for granted and many don't do at all.