sandía

Mom made us a home held the sandía while he sliced it again and again. Piece meant to make us think about the differences in how we internally and publicly recognize the value of a mother’s and father’s contributions within a nuclear...

raíces de mi padre

“Raíces de mi padre,” shows my father interacting with the figurative land of his home country and the physical land of his receiving country. He was out in the backyard, doing his thing, as usual, and I was compelled to capture. This audiovisual poem...

The Streets My Father Walked

I’ve always been curious about my dad’s hometown – La Cañada de Caracheo in Guanajuato, Mexico. The closest I’ve come is Guanajuato City when I was nine years old during a detour from our family’s periodical trip to Guadalajara, Jalisco....

Beginnings & Ends | Part II

First Christmas Eve back in LA This was the first Christmas Eve we spent in Los Ángeles, California after moving permanently from Guadalajara, Jalisco in México. I was four years old, my brother was eleven and my sisters were in their teens. To be honest, I barely...

Beginnings & Ends | Part I

His root Dad is a problem solver, always figures out a way. He figured out how to feed five kids and how to make a home in the States. He figured out the English language along with American customs and ways.  Nothing is impossible for him. From growing roses, to...