Elizabeth Broton Rodriguez packed a few belongings for her and her young son Elian. She hoped that she would be able to get the things they needed when they reached their destination. She was so scared. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her hands were sweaty. She was careful not to let her [...]
“Hatred…the anger of the weak.” Alphonse Daudet A man is a MAN. That was the thought in my family. Being Latino meant machismo. The only time you were soft was around family. These were the ideas I grew up with. My male cousins tried to live up to it, a few even joining gangs. One [...]