Growing up güero. Pronounced “Way Doe” as in gringo or white boy. Not “Gware-Oes” like that Mexican restaurant on South Congress. It’s what your mom’s family call me. That and Fokker. Thoughts with pics and words around Jan 2014 by Read More …
Hi kids. It is July 15, 1991. I am Gregory Basil White, your future dad. I really don’t like my name. This is the day our life started. I’m 23 years old working for my stepbrother – Grandpa Perry’s son, Read More …
So your mom’s friend, Luis, didn’t kill me and remained an awesome Mexican and became a friend. I remained painfully white. Your mom and I began to talk about our own culture, our dreams. We dated and hung out together Read More …