There is no rose without thorns.

“We are like the phoenix," said Abuelita. "Rising again, with a new life ahead o…”

“Pablo Neruda's poems tramped through the mud [with the fieldworker]...knocked a…”

“I also had a father, who had loved for a long time without being nearby. How ma…”

“Our Land is alive, Esperanza...This whole valley breathes and lives...He picked…”