A story formed as a single strand of thought on a warm autumn day in Mexico. Driving from Caborca to Puerto Penasco over bumpy roads, the jeep was loud, I couldn’t hear the radio or my husband talking. (It’s okay, he likes to talk and repeat himself, so it’s...
Writer, love movies and TV, attempting to make sense of the today's world.
“There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. ” Albert Einstein