Yolanda LeyvaThe day I discovered my mother was AmericanI remember the day I discovered that my mother was American. I was in Mexico City with a friend doing research. She invited me to her…Aug 28, 2018Aug 28, 2018
Yolanda LeyvaThe Border Separating My Sister and MeGrowing up in El Paso meant longing for the twin sister I’d never see againAug 23, 2018Aug 23, 2018
Yolanda LeyvaHealing my life with a mentally ill motherI grew up with a mentally ill mother. I used to call her “hard” or “difficult” or “angry.” My relatives would say “que tenía un caracter.”…Aug 14, 20182Aug 14, 20182
Yolanda LeyvaThe interrupted story: Listening, bridging, healingThere are stories. There are stories that are passed on from generation to generation. And there are stories that are silenced and…Aug 8, 2018Aug 8, 2018
Yolanda LeyvaFinding Felicitas: The history of invisible womenA grainy 1924 photo of Felicitas from her local border crossing card.Aug 7, 2018Aug 7, 2018
Yolanda LeyvaFamily stories: What I didn’t want to hearI’m totally deaf in my right ear. It happened as a result of numerous tumors that grew inside my right ear over the course of years…Aug 7, 20181Aug 7, 20181
Yolanda LeyvaThe interrupted story: The Life and Times of John LucasThere are stories that live on in our families as fragments, as small details shared casually in the midst of conversation. We must never…Aug 7, 2018Aug 7, 2018