Nancy Jean Guerrero

My family and I were poor once. 
My family of six, in the Central Valley of California, we were poor. 
My grandpa and I bear the same last name, Guerrero.
We bear the same last name but his skin was brown and mine is not. I read once that a good life is one hero’s journey after another. Departure, initiation, and return. I’m sitting in the backyard of my Central Valley childhood home, in 100 degree heat, trying to tell this journey. To RISD and back, RISD and back.