Linda Ronstadt, I have missed you!

img_3568Christine Bunker,
Riverside, CA.

It is almost that time of year when the weather changes and the tamale pot gets taken out of storage. It is the one time of year when the sound of Linda singing, “Canciones De Mi Padre,” fills our home and our hearts. We feel close to her because she sings a language that is only used once a year. We feel close to her as she reminds us of a culture filled with love, family, and sharing.
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