Every time I visit the grave of my mother, Maria de la Luz Arellano Miranda, I follow the same ritual. I park on a cul de sac within Holy Sepulcher Cemetery in Orange, then wander around for at least 10 minutes, annoyed with myself for always forgetting the exact location where Mami is buried. I eventually find her tombstone: black marble engraved with the years of her life, a personal message crafted by my sisters, her nickname, La Ley ("The Law," given to her by her father, my Papa Je, when... Read this story
