There’s a good reason for writing something about Amanda, our sister and oldest offspring in our clan, who was born in Mexicali many years ago. On May 4, 1945, for those who prefer exactness. And on Lerdo Avenue. “Amanda manda,” said the priest as he baptized her. It was an opportune rhyming one-liner but also a foretold certainty, meaning that she’d be in charge. I was not present at that ceremony since I was not…
Pedro ChavezApril 23, 2023