Coffee, familia and a Bilingual Book

Growing up in a Cuban American family, I remember how much I loved my Grandparents’ little house in Kendall, Miami. It was a magical place to me—filled with light, and bright colors, delicious food, and coffee. Always coffee. The coffee my grandparents loved to drink was their “cafecito,” Cuban espresso, with a lot of azúcarContinue reading “Coffee, familia and a Bilingual Book”

The Beginning

I remember very clearly the moment that I first knew I wanted to publish a book. I remember drawing the pictures—the story was about a squirrel who learns to fly. I wrote in the text as carefully as I could. I had bad handwriting then, it’s just as bad now. Thank goodness for typing 🙂Continue reading “The Beginning”