Working on "The Book of Angel" and "The Dream" simultaneously. My goal is to finish both by mid next year. My publisher awaits!
Having just returned from San Miguel de Allende, Mexico has proved inspirational for me. I expected a different Mexico, one like Day-Effay: DF, Mexico City. It was a town taken over by gringos, foreigners. I wanted to see the real indigenous people live, but there was a certain fear I experienced being alone there. My Spanish a little rusty but gaining by each spoken word. Instead, I did get Starbucks, Harry's of New Orleans, and many little touristy souvenir shops. The awesome Cathedral of San Miguel sat in the middle of El Jardin (the garden) looming over its constant photo snapping digital takers. I went in and sat somewhere towards the back. I looked closely at the tiles of years and the icons of hope. I felt some hope too.
On July 12, 2008, I reunited with my sister's son. It had been 28 years of missing family. He is a grown man now, with a beautiful Mexican wife and two gorgeous children. One has a name like mine. We quickly catch up. I look for common features and traits of our La Chica family. I see a strong man looking for the same traits in me. I am his mother for the weekend. I see him look at me remembering her. We ask the questions inside. We don't want to tread too heavily. This is only a weekend. We will have more time, I am hopeful, for more answers and connections.
