Finally, the day came to leave for unknown adventures with her aunt. Although she was still sad, she hoped to forget all the things that made her suffer.
Loss
I didn't know true love until my first son Martin Jr. was born...
My Memories
1 I built the boundary necessary to protect myself and to live the new life I felt called to live.
Birth, Death, Resurrection
1 Mom loved her beer and her San Francisco Giants. We enjoyed many a hot summer afternoon during backyard BBQs with ice cold beer. I took Mom to the Santa Clara County Fair one warm July. We drank beer, ate linguica sandwiches and overly-cooked corn on the cob slathered in too much butter and coated with a lot of salt.
Remembering La Nena and Me
1 Grandma Maria Moreno bundled him and his youngest siblings and set off to a part of the Arizona desert where she would seek direction from God and Tio Tito would begin his guitar lessons on the nearest broom. Over time that old broom would be replaced with a Gibson guitar and many, many more.
Tio Tito (August 5, 1949 – July 22, 2020)
The doctors told us that he had died because of all the pesticide that is put on the land and because of all the time he worked in the fields.
Wings to Wind
I started meeting more mothers at school, that’s how I found out that someone needed help with taking care of their children so they could go to work, and I offered. I told them, “I am at home with my husband and my three sons who work. I can take care of your children, if you want,"
That is Mi Historia
After that I started doing more extreme things, and then what I was doing back then became a habit.
I Like Sports!
...when I was in school, they could not buy me a physical education uniform...
To Learn Many Things
Sometimes, I think that if I could have wings, I would fly to him.