Latino arts, history and culture
I was fifteen and attending Lincoln Middle School when by total accident, I met my first zombie. I mean, a zombie other than myself. Here’s how it happened. One Sunday afternoon, after church … [Read more...]
Since I became a zombie, my mom had kept me away from the Baptist congregation she attended in Boyle Heights, El Buen Pastor, so many of the people there had also attended my funeral. If I suddenly … [Read more...]
When I was twelve years old my mom and I had moved from Boyle Heights to Lincoln Heights and I was having trouble at school. Being new to the school, I had no one to hang out with. No matter what I … [Read more...]
I really dread Father’s Day. Why? Ever since I can remember, all around me kids at school with fathers talking about what gift they’ll get their dad, the great times they’ll have. And me? I don’t have … [Read more...]
Yes, I was deeply hurt when Pearl González didn’t come to the party for my eighth birthday. But the worse part was showing up at school the next Monday. Like what was I supposed to do? I had … [Read more...]
