Family

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  My mother, Manuela Huerta de Matute, was born of poor Mexican immigrant parents in 1913. Her father, Albino Huerta, had been recruited from Mezquital del Oro, a very small town in Zacatecas, Mexico, to help build the railroads as part of the economic expansion of the American Southwest. He […]

My mother, Manuela Huerta de Matute

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.

Strawberry Farm Dreams

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 Jacquez Story

...she was finally presented with the diploma she earned decades ago.

A Family Affair

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 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

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Although she had nice legs, her knees were bent together in an odd position at the center. She always preferred to keep them covered

My Mother’s Knees