A Short Week in Roma Norte, Again

When Katie booked her week-long bike trip through Arizona, I was like, “Hey, I wanna go somewhere too!” So I booked a trip to México. Big surprise. 2017 had been busy, work-wise. So a break was in order. I hadn’t revisited my book-in-progress since December and my lasting memories of it were largely self-critical. My internal dialogue: There’s no plot. The characters are undeveloped. Why … Continue reading A Short Week in Roma Norte, Again

Esfumarse (to vanish)

After cleaning my flat and stashing a fresh Andrew Jackson in a Coca-Cola bottle for my gracious hosts, I secured my backpack, left the two sets of keys on the kitchen counter, and locked the doors behind me. There was no going back. I marched around the corner to a new café I’d just learned was minutes from my front door – Cucurucho – where I had … Continue reading Esfumarse (to vanish)