Thank you for clicking ABOUT and visiting this page. The fact that you came here hoping to know more about me, well that means I should say or write something witty right now, but in fact, I’m pretty dull. Sadly, I’m not the least bit interesting. So if you really want to keep reading, don’t say you haven’t been warned. I’m pretty darn boring. I mean it, REALLY.
Okay, if you insist, here it goes:
I grew up in the 70’s wearing pigtails like Cindy Brady and traveling the country like a gypsy, except my curly locks weren’t blonde, they were frizzy and brown and what we called, “Puerto Rican Hair.” But I was happy. Whenever Papa received a new contract or bonus money, my mom allowed my brother and I to pick a new outfit from the J.C. Penney’s catalog, so I thought we were rich. And in a way, we were.
My parents were proud Brooklynites. They loved the neighborhoods they grew up in and spoke fondly about singing on the street corner with a guy named Louie Geba-Geba and dancing at PS-29, a school young people met to get off the streets. So when they moved to Texas for what they called “a better life,” and all it ended up being was a “different life,” they pined for the good old days in Brooklyn my entire childhood.
Every day after school my mom had a Little Debbie’s snack cake waiting for me. Some days I’d climb the dusty desert hills with my friends or sit on our faux leather couch and watch The Brady Bunch and I thought life in Texas was pretty grand. But there was always the pining for “another life,” the one my parents were promised when they left Brooklyn all those years ago.
Now, today, even this very minute, I still pine for “another life” just like my parents did for so long, and I do this because it’s what I know, it’s become a part of me, it’s who I am.
And so this, I believe, is one of the many reasons why I write. I’m searching for a place to belong in the voices of my characters, in the settings I create, hoping to find that other life, the one where I fit, where I finally find my place in the world.
I was destined to become a middle grade writer. Not because I believe in destiny, but the circumstances of my life put me here, and honestly, there’s no other place I’d rather be.
If you’d like to know more about my books, keep reading a little longer. I probably should have warned you that not only am I boring, but I can be a bit sappy too.
My agent, Dawn, over at Red Sofa Literary, has been sending my robot bee book out to publishers. I think it’s an amazingly cool book with a buzzingly narrative twist.
My other books are about belonging, feeling rejected, finding a new family, and looking for friendship. All of my characters are desperately lonely and searching for something or someone to fill that hole.
I may have grown up listening to tales about a magical place called Brooklyn, but I now live in Idaho with my husband, young son, and an African Sulcata tortoise named Leonardo Da Vinci who roams my garden in summertime. I’m a Latina author and SCBWI member.
So finally, if you’re still reading this, thank you for sticking with me, and thank you for visiting my blog today.