Did you know that for the past two years my weekly writing group, Addison Street Writers Circle, is now publishing our annual collection, Berries from Brambles? Both Collections #12 and #13 are available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
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I will be reading from my book, Living in Two Worlds: A Memoir, on October 7th, 2022, at the Canessa Gallery, 708 Montgomery Street, San Francisco. The event is part of the North Beach First Friday monthly art and culture walk. Doors open at 5:00 p.m. and I’ll read and sign books at 6:30 p.m.
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I had such a memorable book launch party on April 24th! Thanks to Maryly who hosted the event in her beautiful indoor-outdoor home, an ideal setting for the gathering. The weather gave us a pleasant, sunny afternoon, the food was plentiful and delicious. But most of all, thanks to all who attended: you made the
This is a week for giving thanks for gifts that have come upon us as individuals and as community. And so, to celebrate our gifts, I invite you to join me in my blog to add your own thanks in the comments section of this post. I will start with some of my own: I
The one sister, Vicky, standing straight up, looking at the camera with a soft, tender smile on her five-year-old face. It is a relaxed expression, a somewhat neutral smile: it could be a smile and it could not be a smile. But the smile lives in her eyes; they give meaning to what the lower
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Over the next few weeks I will be posting episodes of a story I’ve written called “In the Café.” A new episode will appear on Mondays. Visit the Table of Contents for the episodes posted.
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Memory is an odd thing; mysterious, unpredictable, unreliable. It is susceptible to errors. Facts and imagination merge. Fictitious events emerge as memories. She’s not lying, others might say, she’s just confused. “I’m not!” you may say. But can you be certain? Much of my past is inaccessible; if not lost, then hidden, buried under the
When over a period of years I took creative non-fiction classes, I amassed a whole slew of personal essays. I noticed threads that ran through many of these essays: my childhood in Chile, interrupted and uprooted by our move to the US; my struggles fitting in to a new country and culture; feeling my native