Yuma, AZ

My Precious Children

Weekend Trends

Relaxed & Chilled

Cooling off with IceCream

This was on one of the visits to the Yuma Palms Plaza...

 

Los Fresnos, TX

 

Let US Celebrate

 You see, celebrities have something to celebrate for themselves every day... and their success consists of celebrating in the best way they came to be here on Earth... So in acknowledging this and by me saying so, I know I came down to do the same, so my question is, why am I stuck in a library full of literature when I don't even care for reading books... Shouldn't I be celebrating my successful life to the fullest... That makes more common sense to my birthday senses...  

A few smiles in the making with Mrs. Rosa

A Selfie with Gladiator Hollywood Yates!

Me, with Troy Olsen! From Nashville to Arizona. Straight to me baby, and now you can officially call me Mrs. Arizona! 

Mrs. Rosa with an unknown, Shoot High Entertainment, Golden C.E.O. Suspect! 

 

Visiting my parents in Arizona!

A while back when I would visit my parents... Always traveling between states in the State.

 

Salinas, California

Sometime in my early childhood when in Cali, Salinas to be exact! I had the opportunity to go to camp, I must have been in my third-grade year, more-less.  

Spending time away from home I experienced a different life a different world. I, imagine being bused for hours to an isolated green Valley Plains, and the property is miles deep in. 

Nothing there just camp, an official dining hall, and sleeping quarters with bunk beds. And bathrooms designed for outdoor summertime! Showers consisted of no more than 3 minutes!! Again, imagine a 3-minute shower at 9 years old. 

Yup, I walked out with wet soapy hair every morning... The activities during the day made up for the short stay in the shower. We got to sing and together sung camp songs out loud and participated in skits... got to know and visit with eachother during breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day, and every night, for what appeared to have been perhaps a two-week stay?

 Maybe more maybe less, maybe I can't seem to remember exactly. However, no names to remember other than my own and the experience with the most memorable one to share... The real reason I am reminding myself to share and speak of the account, and that is a result of last night's account with Vice President Kamala Harris at the Veterans Day Ceremony... 

VP Harris brought to light the return and end of the Vietnam War. You see, I met a young girl, who was my side bunk buddy, she was of Vietnamese descent and hardly spoke English and I hardly dared to speak English, I mainly spoke Spanish at home with my parents.  

However, my bunk buddy shared her story to me at face value of how and why she was missing her arm, and thank God, there was an English interpreter present to assist us both as we exchanged words with empathy and compassion. 

She expressed being a casualty of the war as result of the Vietnam War... I didn't know much then, a war in my time seemed impossible, I lived in America where life is good but life evolved and I came to find out a great grand uncle of mine, whom my dad took me to meet in person in San Diego, California in his home, served in the Vietnam war and he earned his purple heart, and that was shared to me many years later after meeting my bunk buddy and her story. So the theme and connection kept their authentic consistency.

Obviously, I triangulated and made the connection there even as a child. Then I also remember in school we sat and studied American History where it was shared an image of an American famous photographer who took a picture of a nude child, during the war... I will attach the illustration to my blog... became very famous and remembered my bunk buddy in those moments as it was presented to me in class... 

Later as I watched action war movies interpreting Wars, the Vietnam War, and how women became raped by American soldiers and so on... and the casualties of war... 

In essence, the cold war broke out... but it has been there since the Space Race.  However, we do have unsung heroes the real survivors that became silenced by the selling tabloids and I think that is the reason we need a change in America. 

My bunk buddy is a survivor and she was and continues to be acknowledged by me in heart, mind, and spirit, she's been with me all this time... I've always considered the blessing it is to be complete, and I have God to thank, and I have her to appreciate her own good will and testimony.

In understanding the beginning and the end of the Vietnam War along with the Cold War, there is a Brazilian movie that I watched not too long ago for an art course I took at the University of Texas Rio Grande Valley for my Bachelor's Degree, and in it, another distinct famous photographer shares the War on Poverty with its minority group of citizens and global community, although the location is no longer Vietnam, instead, it is Brazil. 

I hope we can truly all live up to one's own word in real life.  

Respectfully, 

Mrs. Rosa

phan thi kim phuc

Blessed. Loved. Adored. Grateful.

Ever since early on, I knew and I felt different from everyone and everybody in my life... I always felt underesteemated and misunderstood. However, the freedom I was privilidged to have, to hold, and to feel thanks to my loving parents Efrain and Dora Irma Espinoza, at a very early tender age, I can say I felt their love and inclusion in this physical world. There were times in my childhood were I felt the need to yearn for their love and affection across the miles and physical distance, but yet, I knew they were and continue to be near to heart. I would watch cartoons early Saturaday mornings, they greeted me in the absence of my parents that were far away from home. I felt their trust to leave me behind in a safe and loving enviroment and home that equipted me with the basic daily needs. Breakfast for me consisted of my favorite choice of cereal and cold milk from a running fridge. Followed by my favorite activity, Mr. Bubbles Bath in a jacuzzi style tub inside our private rental casita. Once, I was done with my pampering moment, I walked over next door to my auntie Martha's home. Her home was similar to ours except she had a standing shower tub and not a jacuzzi style tub. I visited with my cousin Hilda E. Rubalcava until it was time for me to call it a night and I'd go back home to my own private space. I remember, there was this one time, mom got me a ballerina with a crown and pink dress teddy bear. On one of my parents trips they came down and had to leave again, my heart was crushed because I loved spending time with them, they were so happy and fun to be around. They played music in their Bronco and talked about their peers in a positive and healthy way. Always laughing aloud. But again, it was time for them to leave and I would stay behind. I felt so sad and placed my teddy bear in the middle console for them to travel with. Mom and Dad and the teddy made it back to me safe, but the Bronco was totaled, they got hit by a Drunk Driver... the Drunk Driver survived and by the Grace of GOD so did my parents. My parents came back to me, I had a feeling and it came to pass but I know that God even sees the heart of a child like that of a righteous man. After all I know, the Kingdom of Heaven belong to such as them (child like spirit and pure of heart). I'm so blessed.