WHEN I WAS SIX

40 years ago, Phillip Toledanos sister died in an accident. He was six years old at the time. Although she was almost never spoken of again, Claudia was a constant but unknown presence in his life. After his parents died, he found boxes of her things, things hed never seen before, neatly packed away, a museum of sorts, created by his mother. This work was a way of getting to know my sister. But it was also a way of getting to know my parents and their relationship with her. It gave me a glimpse into the pain and courage it took to ...[Leer más]