"I cross mystical thresholds every night" -María
Welcome to the sixteenth century. This is the place where you will crack the wax seal of my characters' personal letters.
My mother of European decent and my father of Mexicano produced a daughter who became synonymous with one question: "What am I?"
I write to spur conversations of roots and togetherness. I write to transcend the illusion of separateness. This smoky mirror breaks the heads of countless wonderfully complete people, but why?
Let's travel to the past and explore the source of mixedness. Let's taste the succulent beauty and painful prickliness. And slowly, poco a poco, awaken to we've never been anything but whole. I'm on a four-year-plus humanitarian art journey of musings on the mixed experience. Won't you join me? Follow me and hit the *star* vote button to get involved!
The Letters is the sentimental companion to Cenquizqui, my first novel currently in search of representation.
"Writing a book is a horrible exhausting struggle; one would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon." -J.D. Salinger
- Riverside, CA
- JoinedMay 15, 2015