• Immigrants, Kids, and Flan

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    It was after this assembly program in Newport, New Hampshire that I needed to make flan. I had never made flan while I was writing LUIS PAINTS THE WORLD. In the story Luis’s mom makes flan the night before his older brother is deployed with his army unit. The story is set in a READ MORE

  • I Love the Novel Any Way I Can

    When I was a child, I always wished my family would talk to each other the way people talked to each other in books.   Or maybe I wanted my family to reveal their hearts or even know their hearts and use language as a way to speak truths to each other.  Books fed this hunger for me.  I don’t think it was just my family. There could be other families that build up hurts and walls and protections, but in books – novels – something cracked and people had to talk to each other or leave or die.  I think now of the books that cross cultures; there would be no plot if the characters weren’t forced to engage with each other.  Maybe we all need books like I did as a child, to reveal us to one another and we can feel safe – it’s just a story –  but we can gain small entry to one another.  And a taste of the wholeness in the world. READ MORE

  • CLiF Storytelling with the International Institute, Manchester

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