Thinking of Mama Rosa on Easter ... I can still hear the sound of her hands clapping making tortillas . . .

Mama Rosa was my maternal grandmother who raised me since I was 3. She immigrated from El Salvador to San Francisco in 1964. My parents worked several jobs, so they needed someone to take care of my younger brother and I. We only spoke Spanish in the home, so we grew up bilingual. She taught us about our culture and so much more  . . . it wasn't until I moved to Mexico that I realized what a gift she had given me. Rosa Chavez was a devote Baptist and she lived for her church. Easter Sunday was the most important day of the year for her. Here's to Mama Rosa!