Thursday, November 17, 2011
Published on Baltimore Fishbowl
by Fernando Quijano
It’s odd having been raised by a mother who remembered being at Woodstock, but who didn't remember where her six-week-old son was that weekend. However, odd barely begins to explain my childhood and my mother.
Miriam Esther Figueroa, my mother, left home when she was 15. The story Mom told me...
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