I'm a mother, a girlfriend, a tutor of English, a translator, and then, finally, a writer.
I've been a writer since I was capable of forming cohesive sentences on paper.

I like to share stories from my life, which has not been an ordinary one for a woman of 28 living in the US, as well as poetry.

The stories, I work at. The poetry... it just is. I cannot write a poem on purpose to save my life. The words are there, or they aren't. They usually like to strike after midnight. Sometimes, they take a while for me to understand where they came from, as if I didn't write them myself.

What could I possibly have to share, at my age? I'm a witness to poverty, to domestic violence, to homelessness, to the counterculture, to at risk youth. Why? I've been all of these things, as well as successful.

I'll share what I can here, and read what I can.