Abuelita

Narcisso's abuela died late Tuesday night in Ocala, Florida. He was there, along with all his family. I was back in here in Los Angeles, since our finances are in the pits right now and I couldn't afford to make the trip. She was a fiesty, beautiful woman who had a long, great and sometimes trying life. I'm sorry that I never met her, but I'm grateful for the stories Narcisso has shared with me. I'm also deeply struck by how much his family accepts me, when my side has such a difficult time with the concept and reality of us. Doesn't say much for white middle-class values.