"Since the fall of Tenochtitlan, the Mexican people have whispered her name. Navajo tales have forever warned of her threat. And along the vast Rio Grande, she has claimed many victims. La Llorona, the wailing woman, searches our rivers for her children and cries out, "Ay mis hijos ... donde estan mis hijos?" Yet she can never find them. She freed them from this world long ago. Children avoid the river at night, wayward men dread her vengeance,...