My mother, my sister and me, Flushing, Queens, 1965.  That's me on the left.

I seem to have had bad hair days quite often in elementary school. What can I say? My aunts often channeled their inner peluqueras on Picture Day. But who really takes a good school picture? Look back at your own. Are you proud?
High school. See what I mean about being sad? Ave Maria, que tristeza!

 
My family during the Christmas holidays.

                                             Photo by Scott Elmquist

Me on the deck. I love it here; it feels like a tree house.