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My daughter has no Mexican clothes. We discovered this when she came home announcing that her school would be celebrating Mexican Independence Day, Diez y Seis de Septembre. “I need to wear something Mexican,” Sierra said as I flipped through the hangers looking for a bright fabric, embroidery, ribbons. I look at her, 7 years…

“You’ve got the ladder upside down,” one of the volunteers told me. “And you’re pretty lucky you hung up there at the side of the roof.”

I think Blackie’s mischievous personality blindsided Grandmere

We walked together and never spoke a word

I didn’t realize how uneventful my life had been until the summer day that we moved to Abilene.