A memoir of growing up as a Mexican American in Brownsville, Texas. I don't recommend this one. There was not one decent person in the whole family. The author just tells stories which fuel Mexican stereotypes and obviously dislikes his race. The worst part was the Spanish phrases which were ...
Driving out of the valley into the mountain pass in the waning daylight felt like an entirely different experience, and though the vestiges of a tingle remained from the omens and danger we had seen and experienced on the camping trip, it was actually an enjoyable journey back through the mountai...
Not consciously, of course, not for the first few hundred times. School, I had noticed, was considered “my time,” which meant I couldn’t be pressed into labor by my father or grandmother for fear of government involvement. So I learned to take advantage of this. &nbs...