When Lolo was 8 years old he told the Jefita that he was going to go downtown and get a […]
I’ve seen pictures of the Abuelita before she met the Abuelito. The day she moved out to Colorado from New […]
The men could not resist gathering in the backyard on warm summer nights and into the mornings the call to […]
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Sometimes Bea and I would just talk. In the days and weeks that followed the death of her mother and […]
The Abuelito was a liar. And a thief too now that I think of it. The Abuelita was always calling […]
The Abuelito would mow his lawn on weekday afternoons. Like most chicano men the day was outside and about the […]
I remember my Abuelita on those summer trips. I remember fall and the smell of burning tires. Those summer trips […]