The best part of traveling back home is seeing the mountains enveloped by "stars" and the clouds. I spent the early morning of Independence day at Marccos Highway taking these photographs.
Fifty years without my mother, and never quite without her
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A warm Sunday afternoon in 1972. Mom and I were taking a siesta by the
porch. She took my hand and put it on the lump in her left breast. I felt
the soft...
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