Resilience

I came to this country because I lived a life of domestic violence with my husband. I crossed the mountains along with my 1-year-old daughter and I survived.

Handcrafted in Morelos

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I stand on the shoulders of a very strong willed and loving matriarchal grandmother who raised me and was the unofficial leader of her newly immigrated family to this country from Mexico.

Mi Ma Mi Historia

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To talk about my history, it’s easy to assume that it starts with me. However, I didn’t make myself so my history starts with my parents.

Del Bajío a la Bahía

If someone were to ask me,  “How it is that the fruit is grown, so beautifully, that are strawberries?” What it is to pick out the seedling, clean it up, and choose good seedlings.  How it is to plant seedlings and how to take care of the plant so that those strawberries grow.  How to pick strawberries:  what it is to work in the cannery; make juice; for shampoo, for everything.  To do everything, I’ve done every kind of work there is to be had with strawberries.

My Childhood

My mom’s house was three blocks away. I went outside and I could see two children running in the middle of the street barefoot. They didn’t stop until they got to the house. They embraced me crying and saying, “Mom, mommy, you came back! We missed you so much, mom.”

Fighting For My Children

I supported them, modestly, but I did make sure they had a good education in life and I feel proud of that, because I was, as people say, a single mother twice.

Working For My Family

I studied nursing and I was able to help my children to move forward....

Migrant Woman

We were told to divide into two groups. In each group there were twenty-five of us and we were to walk just a day and a night. So I chose to do it again and we left. We would stop for five minutes and continue. Everything was going well, but […]

The Second Time