During my medical residency, an instructor commented on the patient histories I wrote by mentioning these were descriptive and enjoyable to read.
For years, patient histories and discharge instructions were my only pleasurable writing outlets. Many years later, sitting at my dining table with a spectacular view of Lake Tahoe, the shrill whistle of a steaming teakettle spurred me to write Cry Watercolors: Lake Tahoe’s inspiring panorama became the backdrop for the story, and the lonely wail of the kettle was the challenge my protagonist needed to overcome.
My parents were divorced when I was seven, and because of multiple fortunate circumstances, my mother migrated with her brood of four children from Costa Rica to Los Angeles, California. The influence of my mother as a strong woman and courageous mother is evident in the female protagonists I write about; and mutualism is the recurrent theme for their relationships.
In the absence of bilingual education in the 1960’s, English soon became the language of my thoughts and, therefrom, of my writing. But the passion of my mother’s Spanish remained in the colorful description I enrich the context for my characters. I have been privileged with extensive world travel, most of which I managed on a shoe-string budget. These challenging but rewarding adventures allow me to color what I write with multi-cultural experiences.
After thirty-two years in Emergency Medicine, I am happily retired and living in Florida. Being the witness to countless personal medical encounters, rewarding but at times catastrophic, I will continue to write stories influenced by these. I am presently working on my third novel, La Macha, my mother’s memoir