Support and encouragement are found in the most unlikely places.

Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her man.

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.

Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me.

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls.

Being Latino means being from everywhere, and that is exactly what America is supposed to be about.