I can still recall the first time I drove through Oxnard and witnessed, for the first time in my life, hundreds of acres overflowing with strawberries and oranges. I fell in love with the land, the night, and its people. Most of my writings have something to do with feelings. If you do not know what you are writing, everything is superficial. You have to like your environment to write. The wind is in my books, the fruits are in my writings, the ocean breeze is in my poems. And walking the beach of Oxnard with my daughter, Mari, is life.
The future of my books are in the diversity of my people. It's the smile of the migrant children, the harvest of hope for our fellow farmworkers, and the longings of simplicity for a better tomorrow.