I look out on the street and see no one playing in the barrio. So, I decide to take the stick horse my older sister made for me. With the stick of an old mop, an old sock also for the head and blue yarn for the hair and rope to hold it. I go …
It’s lunchtime on a Saturday. The family, or most of us, are sitting at the table. My mamá and papá talk about work. My papá says, “I have a ticket for tomorrow’s concert with the Philharmonic at the Degollado Theater. Does anyone want to go?” All are quiet. I raise my hand and tell him …
“Doña Lupe!” a boy shouts at the door of the house. “You have a call at the corner store.” “Thank you boy, I’m coming.” “Who could it be?” my mother wonders as she walks to the door. Outside in the street the boys are playing spinning top trying to hit a coin on the ground. …
“Martin, come play soccer with us.” “No thanks. I’m too bad to play soccer. Besides, they are about to set up the pozole stand.” Mago, a girl with a slender figure, long black hair, and a pretty face helps her mom to set up the table and chairs outside her house for the vending. I …
