I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.
Raquel CepedaI guess it all depends on whom you ask and when you ask. Race, I've learned, is in the eye of the beholder.
Raquel CepedaIndividually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.
Raquel Cepeda