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336 pages, Hardcover
First published June 17, 2004
“Dreaming, I slept in my large, spacious hotel room. Dreaming of all of the different waters that had gone slipping, sliding under the bridge on which I’d been living mi vida. A bridge bridging my Indian and European roots, a bridge bridging my Mexican and American cultures, a bridge bringing my indigenous beliefs and Catholic-Christian upbringing, a bridge bridging my first few years of life in the barrio and then my life on our rancho grande, then that whole big world outside our gates. I slept. . . .the Pacific Ocean slapping the seashore quietly in the near distance as I dreamed. . .”
"My father, he never taught me nothing, but hate and anger and how abusive men can be with all their power. It was my mother and her side of the familia, los Indios, who taught me why it is that God made a man's balls so sensitive and easy to hurt...You see, to be a good hombre a las todas is to be--just like a man's balls-soft and tender inside your heart, and yes, easy to be hurt."
"Don't you use that word again...you don't want to say that word towards anyone, and especially not towards yourself. Our mamagrande Doña Margarita, papa's mama, would never allow us to use that word. Instead she'd have us bless ourselves and bless everyone else, too, explaining to us that this was our power, when we humans all lived in God's blessings."