I grew up in Sacramento, California, went to college at CSUS, studied Criminal Justice, but left to study Government at CSUN in LA. Then I moved to Mississippi to study court reporting, then left for Europe. I moved back to the States when my first child was born, studied Humanities at the University of Maryland. I’m comfortable with change.

Let’s see what else...I have lived in Europe, Maryland, Puerto Rico, Monterey, and Japan, and am now in Arizona. I can hit a great lob when I’m too tired to run, scoop exactly four ounces of ice cream. I can still sing the Campfire Girl song, the Greek alphabet, the Barney clean up song, and my own favorite, Amazing Grace, though if you’re seated in front of me in church, you would tell me to pipe down.

I joined the Society of Southwestern Authors and hang on the fringes of the South of the Gila group, for the laughs. I like to read, entertain, cook, laugh.

And, most importantly, I have written a book, In the Fields of Another.

The day Dona laid down in the field to give birth to what would be her last child, curses were on her lips: curses for her husband, who had promised a house as big as the crumbling hacienda they had left behind in Mexico; curses for the foreman, who would call immigration if she was more than one day out of the field; and curses for the child pushing from her body, another mouth that would divide her too-few pennies. When Chica was born, sliding into the hands of Papi, who immediately pressed her against his heart and kissed her small head, it was his voice she first heard, his whisper that told of the gift his journey from Mexico had given her: birth on American soil, where just to be born was to be equal.

I am currently working a second book, Oh My Lord. It wraps itself around the idea of blessed people, people who ask us to believe they are blessed, how they go about convincing the rest of us they have the ear of God...