Stories Sort By DateDateFilter TagsFilter - AllAllyBelongingChoiceCommunityDreamsEmpowermentFamilyGrowthIdentityInspirationJourneysLíderes CampesinasLossLoveMourningOtherPlayRenewalResilienceTribute Strawberry Farm DreamsAnonymousIt was 1956 and my Tia Alicia, Tio Antonio and their seven daughters were farm workers living in a three-bedroom, one bathroom shack on a huge strawberry farm close to Highway 1, the Pacific Ocean, in the agricultural community of Watsonville. The Viramontes and Jaquez StoryGregory Miles ViramontesMy father is from Compton and my mother is from Watts, California. My family roots are deeply rooted in Los Angeles and Los Angeles is where I call home. A Family AffairSammy Vickers...she was finally presented with the diploma she earned decades ago. The Shoulders We Stand OnAlexis Nicole MezaI am fascinated with stories, and learning about the stories of others. Yet, its been the biggest struggle to learn about my own. Monsters In My HeadCarissa Marie Carrasquillo-FigueroaLike water these memories are now crashing around in my mind, like water on rocks. I feel a sense of urgency, that at all costs put it all down, and to tell what I can. My Journey Through LifeChloe LeclairAlthough my birth mother had to make a huge sacrifice by giving me up, she game me another chance at life to have a wonderful, loving family and so many wonderful opportunities. My Life So FarDelaney RunyonMy education is something I definitely take for granted sometimes so I try to remind myself that many others would die for the opportunity to get an education... The Mountains are CallingRyan TessierAnother part of my life, my formative years shaped, was my pursuit of long-distance running. I began running cross-country and track my freshman year of high school. Standing on the Shoulders of Ma Rosa y Mama...Valerie JaimesI’m at a point in my life where deep reflection dawns on a desire and overwhelming pressure to revitalize and continue my family’s stories. At The End of The DayAlanaI stand on the shoulders of two people that worked with the circumstances they were given to provide opportunities for their children. My Mother's KneesRuthAlthough she had nice legs, her knees were bent together in an odd position at the center. She always preferred to keep them covered StormsBlanca FlórezI'm living a very stormy moment in my life.