Under the Spell of the Mexican Moon

When I lived in San Miguel de Allende ten years ago, I started to write a book called, "Under the Spell of the Mexican Moon" and my personal downfall was that I showed it to too many people and the fear I experienced from hearing the feedback caused me to set it aside indefinitely. Until then, I … [Read more...]

Gifts of mom’s death; gratitude

Since my mom's death, I’ve come to know gratitude. And LOVE. On an entirely new level. By way of crawling through the murkiness of pain and sorrow.  But there has also been some true moments of happiness. Am I happy my mom died? No of course not. I’m still completely surprised that I occasionally … [Read more...]