There’s been enough life behind me now that I can see certain paths, certain connections, and certain reasons…
I was the youngest of six siblings whose parents immigrated from Zacatecas, Mexico to the small agricultural town of Soledad, California. My family lived in the outskirts of the town, in the fields by low canyons and a river. My pastoral surroundings weren’t without disturbances or traumas but somehow beauty persevered, as it still does.
Florentina, my mother, to this day has the greenest thumb I have ever come across. She’s a green witch, blessed and cursed with the attributes of serving unwaveringly. My father, Bonifacio, has the soul of an indian….fierce, intelligent, and proud, carrying the glimmer of mischief and vulnerability in his eyes. Both makers. Both earth knowers. Both rich and resilient like the land they came from.
I am their son.