My first memory is being held in the arms of my uncle Arturo. He was actually Mom's first cousin, but the Latin way is to consider cousins such as he - an uncle.
He held me over the baptismal font of Blessed Sacrament Church on Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood, Ca.
I must have been less than a year. I looked at the water and thought, please don't drop me. I haven't learned to swim yet.
This is a discussion of a woman, an ordinary woman who participates in the everyday and commonplace acts of life. As she re-views (reminiscences) about her present, past, and future. This collaboration of, and interdependence between the visual and the verbal, forms an autoethnography of a woman’s life and explores a still developing, still evolving selfhood.
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