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I still dream of America

An author I greatly admire posted on social media earlier today. Her post was a picture of some flowers behind a wooden fence. Beyond it, far away and in a mild breeze, an American flag. The caption read, ” Do you still dream of America?” The picture suggested a dream of an America out of reach, like […]

The Wonder

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The Wonder

The 1970s TV version of Wonder Woman taught me a lot of things. It taught me that shiny fabric is fabulous. It introduced me to the wonders of a good pair of boots. But, coming as it did on the heels of my crossing of the Mexican border into the U.S. at the age of […]

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When all is lost

When my daughter was around ten, she walked home from school clutching a bright purple flower she’d picked from a neighbor’s front yard. “Can we get this?” she asked. She knew of my love of gardening, and it filled me with joy to think she was noticing plants on her way home from school. I […]

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Panel announced: June 10th

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I’m excited to be participating in the Maplewood/South Orange Book Festival, and thrilled to invite you to my panel, “The Immigrant Experience in Young Adult Fiction,” featuring me along with authors Marina Budhos and Sheba Karim. Panel is on June 10th at 2:00 pm. Click here for more information on this awesome festival.

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Little Wonders

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Today, a friend sent me pictures of a litter of kittens she’d found behind her garage. The implication was clear, although she was smart enough not to come out with it: one of these could be yours. I was possessed by an insane desire to go snatch one up. I have three cats, which is […]

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Class migrants

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Much is said about people moving from one country to another, or about people of one race living among those of a different race. But not as much is said about people crossing class barriers. As someone who has lived in two classes, I can say it’s a whiplashy experience that never quite leaves you. […]

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The unbearable me-ness of being

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The fastest way to get sick of yourself is to get into a relationship. I’m in a relationship now and, frankly, I can barely stand myself. Here’s the thing: when you’re alone, all your quirks are perfectly reasonable, yours alone, not to be reconsidered or examined. You’re just YOU. Then you try to explain yourself […]

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The hangover

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I don’t feel like rising. I can manage on my side, breath in and out, the black sheep cat nestled in the crook of my arm. In and out. I can do this, but not much more. I’m not sad. I’m not even defeated. I’m washed clean of all energy or want, an ebbing tide. […]

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Another novel finished

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Last night, at around 11:00 pm, I finished writing a first draft of a novel. It is the third I’ve finished since the one I published. The tale of why none of the three have made it out in the world is one for another day. Although, to be fair, with one being less than […]

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On being one-note

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I wish I could write about more things. I’ve often lamented to myself that my blog goes like this: finding that you’ve somehow become the adult is weird, men and relationships are perplexing, books, books, books, ohmygod Trump. Rinse, repeat. I don’t think I’m a one-note person. (Or even a four-note person). Heck, just the […]

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