by Javier E. Cotera The date was a Sunday in July 1985. My friend Roger and I could see parishioners
The dog barks, and the caravan moves on.
by Javier E. Cotera The date was a Sunday in July 1985. My friend Roger and I could see parishioners
by J. Eugenio Cotera E. As a young kid growing up in the vast and sparse Chihuahuan Desert, I believed