Topol was Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof when Jackie Scott took a bunch of gifted Mexican border kids to NYC in 1990. At the time I couldn’t draw parallels, but I can now. We weren’t oppressed Mexican minority kids living in some white majority culture. We *were* the hyper majority in our hometown. Like […]
I grew up in warehouses. On Sundays, my dad would take me to early mass while my mom and sisters stayed home. Father Rosensweig of the Holy Order of Pedophiles gave express in-and-out 30 minute mass at 8 a.m. By 8:45 we’d have picked up McDonald’s hotcakes or Jack In The Box croissant sandwiches and […]
When I was 12 or 13, my parents knew a younger guy in the golf scene. His girlfriend was this flawless beauty. She ran a clothing shop out of La Paloma called Sutton’s. Everything about her was effortlessly cool. Even her handwriting. She sent my mom a card on business stationary once. The script was […]
There was a humble stuccoed house down in Imuris that my father used to take me to when I was a little girl. It had once belonged to his grandfather Cirilo, a blacksmith. My father spent his summers there as a child. He’d wake up to the smell of his step grandmother Julia roasting coffee […]
Veneranda Jade 