June 13, 2017

It’s quiet. We are quiet. They like us to be that way.

It’s not a debate of us vs them. I know what you are thinking. 

It goes beyond that.

I call my mom everyday in the afternoon 

to get a glimpse of the life I’m missing not being there—not being beside her in the hot We...

April 9, 2014

​The idea of home and what that signifies is fluid--always changing. For me, when I think of home, I think of El Paso--of the desert--of the sun and the warm embrace of my mother. I think of my mother roasting serrano peppers on the stove, of her weathered, working han...

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