In 1962 I left my once very well to do Cuban family and came to America seeking refuge. I came here with a couple of
On January the 8th, 1959, eight days after our “liberation” by Fidel, my grandmother knew we were in trouble. During Fidel’s speech doves were released
My friend Piti and I grew up next door to each other. Our grandparents were friends as were our aunts and uncles. Two generations above
Although I lived with many adults and attended a Catholic School, my grandmother and I were the only two people in my family who went
After spending seven months in a foster home in Miami I was sent to boarding school in Santa Rosa, CA. My flight arrived in San
Martin Guevara, Ché’s Nephew, breaks his silence in an article to The Miami Herald.