You’re a GRINGA, mom. You’ll NEVER understand

My teen and tween daughters sit close together laughing and gossiping at the kitchen counter on tall wooden bar stools with woven straw backs. Music from the neighborhood, called “Barrio Cinco” streams through open windows.

It’s a duet (Christian Nodal and Angela Aguilar called Dime Como Quieres, my 16-year-old later filled me in) a young female voice warning a young male voice that…