It 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.
Family
My 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.
The Viramontes and Jaquez Story
...she was finally presented with the diploma she earned decades ago.
A Family Affair
I am fascinated with stories, and learning about the stories of others. Yet, its been the biggest struggle to learn about my own.
The Shoulders We Stand On
Like 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.
Monsters In My Head
Although 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 Journey Through Life
My 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...
My Life So Far
I’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.
Standing on the Shoulders of Ma Rosa y Mama Licho
I stand on the shoulders of two people that worked with the circumstances they were given to provide opportunities for their children.
At The End of The Day
3 Although she had nice legs, her knees were bent together in an odd position at the center. She always preferred to keep them covered