Writing as fast as I can for an imaginary deadline
I’ve given myself another unreasonable writing deadline. Fourteen chapters revised, sixteen to go, one loyal reader waiting, and a story still refusing to behave
The Day I Almost Lost My Mother in the Seville Train Station
When I left my backpack on a train in Seville, I thought I had lost something irreplaceable. Inside was a small jar containing my mother's ashes. This is the story of a promise, a journey to Spain, and a garden of yellow roses at the Alhambra.