In 1974 eighteen years had passed since I was born in Nyssa's labor camp, which I would leave behind after this final harvest. I had laid...

Like any war veteran, I'm happy to get some recognition for my service. That's what Veterans' Day is all about. A grateful country pauses...

Unlike my wonderful friend and colleague, I am NOT fond of fall—at all. Even the word, fall—I don’t like to. It might hurt me if I fall...

As I watch the leaves fall to the ground, they gently remind me of change that is to come. Like a soft whisper in the wind, they say...

Bricia Martin was born with a full head of crimson hair. Her dark brown eyes twinkled whenever she smiled. Brí, as her family called her,...

In the midst of a pandemic, when the world is standing still, our hands are moving quickly for we have bellies to fill. We are deemed...

Chicano writing, both poetry and literature has been deeply influenced by the political struggles of the Chicano people and the struggle...

I was born in Mexico City four minutes past midnight in a Spanish hospital run by nuns. I was the second child to be born to the...

A couple of years ago, I was driving down the Pacific Coast Highway, from Los Angeles to San Francisco-what an amazing scenic route! I...

April, 2021 Many of us who have been dealt a painful blow recently with a sibling or parent or spouse or friend who moved on to another...

I love baseball! I thought with the baseball season underway I might recount some of my earliest experiences with the game I came to...

Pozole, pronounced po-zo-lay, is a Spanish word that means "hominy." Pozole is a Mexican stew made of hominy, pork, and chili, seasoned...

With the holidays approaching, I've got cookies on my mind. How can I not? It seems everywhere I turn, someone is talking about them. A...

To me, there’s no smell in the world more heavenly than that of chili roasting on a crisp fall day. It’s like comfort, the scent of home....

We have endured a cascade of challenges on multiple fronts this year of our Lord, 2020. The Pandemic of COVID 19, medical care overload...

What do you see when you look in the mirror? If I had to answer that question today, my answer would be very different than other times...

In April of 1969 I was approached by a group of Chicano High School students in Las Animas, Colorado who wanted to be able to celebrate...