First time in South America

Still just a baby and it was my first time in South America. I am standing at the top of … More

Writer’s block

I sit down to write. But my head is heavy. I think of the words I could put down on … More

It’s time for something else it seems. All I want to do is be at home and take care of … More

Sometimes I wonder if I have ever written something real. If I’d be truly honest it’s hard. It’s a challenge … More

Finally I find something that feels Mexican. That feels interesting. Homemade tortillas and food cooked in clay pots. At Reciprico, … More

I’m trying to be fair and give Tulum a chance but I hate it with a passion. I hate the … More

She looks at him jump up on the horse. With very bent knees in the short stirrups and the reins … More

I remember my father coming and going growing up. Coming home with Bonnie, a white and black dog teddy with … More

And when it’s over I can finally breathe again. Instead of feeling like a prison Córdoba is green, vibrant and … More

I look for him everywhere along the gravel road passing Paula’s kiosko on my way to Unquillo My eyes try … More