Rocio was relieved to have her car back. The repair had cost her most of her paycheck, and she and Luis had lived of quesadillas for a week, but at least she was free to move around town again. She… Continue Reading
Last night I participated in a poetry event at a local art gallery. The event took place at the Patricia Mendoza Gallery in San Jose Del Cabo, on the tip of the beautiful Baja peninsula in Mexico. Because of the… Continue Reading
What is an indie author? Such a simple question, yet my mind spins with everything I have learned over the past years, the successes, the setbacks, this incredible feeling of holding your first published book in your hands, the nerves… Continue Reading