Esperanza Rising

even come to the convent to question her sisters. But no one told him anything. Add one stitch. A few months after they left, sh ...

middle of the night and took her to the train sta- tion. It was all very exciting. And Miguel didn’t leave her side once during ...

blue-black Ribiers. Mama breathed in the dust at the end of the grapes and that’s when she got sick. Then it had been time to pr ...

They followed the dirt road that headed east and parked when they could go no farther. In the gray light, they could see a small ...

She watched Miguel watching her. And then she felt it. Beginning softly. A gentle thumping, repeating itself. Then stronger. She ...

woman, had said on the train. She had her family, agarden full of roses, her faith, and the memories of those who had gone befor ...

wilderness, was a girl in a blue silk dress and aboy with his hair slicked down, eating mangoes on a stick, carved to look like ...

She sat up in bed and listened. And smiled. Esperanza lifted the curtain. Isabel came over to her bed and looked out with her, c ...

yarn. “Now watch, Isabel. Ten stitches up to the top of the mountain.” Abuelita demonstrated and Isabel carefully copied her mov ...

I can still see my grandmother crocheting blan- kets in zigzag rows. She made one for each of her seven children, many of her tw ...

I can still see my grandmother crocheting blan- kets in zigzag rows. She made one for each of her seven children, many of her tw ...

company farm camp. I wrote down some of her recollections from her childhood. How I wish I had written down more before she died ...

washed her clothes in communal tubs, went to jamaicas on Saturday nights, and cared for her firstthree daughters. That’s where m ...

Deportation Act that gave counties the power to send great numbers of Mexicans back to Mexico. Government officials thought this ...

Even though my grandmother lived in this country for over fifty years, I can still remember her breaking out in nervous perspira ...

trucks back and forth from the fields and deliver- ing workers. Much of our nation’s produce comes from this one area in Califor ...

fever I recollected was my burning affection for my beginnings and belongings. “Of course I tested positive,” I said to the doc- ...

Many struggled just to put food on the table and sometimes seemed to be resigned to the social issues of the time. They focused ...

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