Category: Nonfiction

A few weeks before Christmas 2017, my grandfather, mi abuelito, born in a migrant farm worker camp in rural Kansas, was called home by the

“You cannot control your parentage, but you can control your legacy.” –Rick Riordan, The House of Hades   The world glows a brilliant white in

My father is the type of man to take more than he gives. One of the few things he likes to give me and my

Wearing my cutest bikini, gray background with white flowers, a little string thing, adorable, really, I lumber through laps as I swim at the Santa