>> And what I wanted to do also, I wanted to celebrate my family.
This is my grandmother on my mother's side and the poem goes My grandma's songs.
My grandma's songs would follow the beat of the washing machine,
turning our kitchen into a dance floor.
Consoling the chairs placed upside down, delighting the family portraits on the walls,
putting to sleep the sheets on the clothesline, giving flavor to the boiling pot of beans.
The songs my grandma used to sing could make the stars come out, could turn my grandma
into a young girl, going back to the river for water
and make her laugh and cry at the same time.
Is that possible?
To laugh and cry at the same time?
If you listen to ranchera music, all the time.
You know, I was about five years old in LA and my grandmother would go like ay, ay, ay!
And you know, I did not know if she was crying or she was laughing, or both, you know?
I think --