"Do you see my skin? It is a colour that leaves me in between, I am not black or white, Nor am I a race that others can easily categorize." This is from one of the many poems written by Gloria Alcozer Thomas in her book Feeding my Children. Does this sound like an American story? It is, with all its contradictions, ironies, and the confusion, pain and joy of being an American. Alcozer is the daughter of migrant workers. The book's title describes her mother's mission and goal, who despite a very difficult life confronting poverty and intractable racism, succeeded in feeding her children in every way. At a time when readers beg to hear an authentic voice; Alcozer reminds us in her gripping and entertaining narrative that in her journey to find herself, we learn to ask ourselves where we come from and why it matters.