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The library didn’t give my mother, my sister, and me our strength. But the library was a place where we could learn to unlock our power ourselves.
Taking those books home allowed me to escape the entrapment of those silent days when I could not communicate in English. I will never forget the feeling of joy upon receiving that first library card!
I remember going to the local library, getting my first library card, and piling the car with books. I couldn’t believe it—I could take them home? We didn’t have to pay for them? And I could bring them back and then get more? It was the greatest thing ever!
It was Mrs. Márquez and Sister Rose—the librarians at PSJA High School—who answered our complaint about the lack of Mexican American authors on the shelves with a suggestion: “Perhaps you could author titles that would fill those gaps, boys.”
What if you told someone you wish they were dead...and then they died?" the thinking of writing about grief was there -- I was processing how to process.
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