Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in.

The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.

A mother isn’t the person who births you; it’s the person who rears you and shows you love.

Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here.

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

We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return.

Foisting an identity on people rather than allowing them the freedom and space to create their own is shady.