Hey, quick note, there are English and Spanish episodes of anything for Selina.

This is the English one.

If you want to ask you to ask her in the spaniel,

well velve it and selection a version with the titulos in Espaio.

Produced by the ILA at W-B-U-R, Boston. Creosote, that ancient plant that grows in my home city, also thrives in the Sonoran Desert, its tough branches bathing in the scorching sun.

But in the spring, something changes, creosote blooms, and from its brittle-looking branches emerge these bright yellow flowers and fluffy white seeds.

I've wondered if the creosote was blooming this way, bright and lush, like a rare desert bouquet on this spring day,

the day my friend Emily experienced what would become

one of her earliest most profound memories.

And I remember like stretches of desert, if anyone's made that drive it's just

stretches of desert it's hot hot sun. The story starts on the road on a drive

from Los Angeles to Tucson, Arizona, an eight-hour road trip traversing the Sonoran desert.

A journey M and her family would make often to visit relatives. Emily was four, almost five.

So her memory feels like a vignette, a blurry but vivid painting imprinted in her mind.

She sat in the backseat of the family car.

Her parents up front.

The radio on. Eight hours could be a trying drive for a four-year-old.

Emily's mom, a professional Marietchi singer,

would pass the time by listening to music and encouraging sing-alongs.

This particular drive, I remember the radio was playing her music and I was excited because it was

Salina song after Salina song. M had been listening to Selina via her parents and often on car rides like this one

virtually all of her life but on on this trip, Emily could tell something was different.

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