Jun 21, 2019
6 min read
Growing Up and Getting Out
I moved away from Santa Ana, but a piece of me will always be there, with the people I grew up with
I remember the first time I asked a question that my mother couldn’t answer. I was eight years old, standing at the end of a driveway, watching her wash the car. I could hear the bucket, the water, the slap of the wet rag. Suds ran into the street. I…
