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One day, perhaps in the not-too-distant future, you may be faced with the task of writing about yourself. Or perhaps you’ve faced this chore already.  And then you’ll realize that explaining yourself on paper (or pixels) is kind of like catching guppies with your bare hands.  Slippery.  And, also, you’ll wonder why you’re doing it. But here goes:

At the age of 12, I wrote a diary entry that held one big truth.  It said, “Most of all, I want to be a writer.”   Although it took me decades after that to get a book deal, always, at my core, I’ve been a writer.  I’d like to think I spent the first half of my life watching, which is a very important thing for a writer to know how to do.  Then, I began my career in telling.  Or, better yet, showing.  (No one likes a writer who tells).

My first novel, The Secret Side of Empty, bears some resemblances to my own life.  But, like most fiction, it is “reality plus.” The answers are snappier.  The outcomes are clearer. It is about a girl who is undocumented, or “illegal” as many people refer to it.  (I hate that term, but that’s a story for another day).  I, too, was “illegal.”  Like Ana in Love in English, I once didn’t speak English.

But, of course, no person is encapsulated by one experience, even those as defining as immigration status or of learning English as a second language. So what else to tell you? I love my garden. I live for a glimpse of a monarch munching on the milkweed I planted especially for them. I meditate badly but often. I like wearing beads of all kinds: sunstone and amazonite and citrine are my current go-tos. I loved indoor skydiving way more than I thought I would. I have never lived more than five miles away from New York City, except for when I was a kid and couldn’t get back into the U.S. for two years. When I play two truths and a lie, I’ll tell you about the time I was in danger of being eaten by lions. But I won’t tell you if that’s the truth or the lie.

I’ve seen many author bios that give you incontrovertible proof of why the author is someone to be reckoned with. Awards. Impressive pictures with famous, even more to-be-reckoned-with people. A long list of published books. I have some of that, but I don’t have the most impressive bio you’ll find. But, here’s the thing: I don’t have to explain my qualifications to write. (Neither do you, if you’re inclined to the written word). I write because it’s what I love best. And I give it the best I’ve got. (Incidentally, here’s a piece I wrote on how to be a Real Writer.  It explains a bit more of my journey.  Click here to check it out).

In these pages of my website, you can find a lot of my story, my hopes, the things that scare me. And, still, the more I write, the more I realize just how incomplete a container words can be, how they fail to give the full breadth of a story. I was once a girl who was afraid the future was blank. Now I am a woman buzzy and stunned with her luck. I want to tell you every last thing about it. Perhaps in illuminating some of my path, it can shed some light on yours. At least, that is my hope in all this.

Thank you for reading.

And, as for miscellaneous pictures, here is my cat at 9 weeks.  Because, I mean, come on.  Cat pictures.  What is the internet for if not for cat pictures?

(Incidentally, I like naming animals after characters in books.  This one is named Katniss):



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