Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her man. — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
Janet Mock's honest and sometimes searing journey is a rare and important look into la vida liminal, one that she manages to negotiate remarkably… — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
“She looks like an empty shell of a woman with her soul hovering above her. We believe in spiritual guías in Santo Domingo. Hers… — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation. — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
“Listen kid, it’s just you and me now, so let’s help each other out. Always be honest with me, and show me how to… — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
“Perhaps finding out that we carry New World history in our genes will transcend racial checkboxes altogether and enable Latino-Americans to rethink what America… — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home. — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
“The tension between people is palpable, and the ideal of what it means to be and look American becomes a preoccupation to folks around… — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences. — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
The truth is usually left for us to hunt and gather independently, if we are so inclined. — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying… — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie… — Raquel Cepeda Copy Share Image
