Please click on the links to read some letters and essays.

Summer 2003
Summer is here and so am I. In Maine, that is, a state so proud of itself that its slogan is “The Way Life Should be.”

During the dark months I live in New York, but the minute daffodils poke through the winter hardened earth, I dream of going north, to Mid-Coast Maine...

September 2002
A visitor to this website asks what I learned from writing When I was Puerto Rican and Almost a Woman. Well, to tell the truth, I could fill a whole other book with the answer to that question! Writing memoir involves chipping away at things in small increments, like a sculptor does to a piece of marble, until the image inside emerges...

September 2001
One of my favorite activities is to write long letters. I do this over a slanted writing table that my son and husband made for me a few Christmases ago. Northern light streams through the window just above the shelf where I keep my collection of dip pens and inks, the stained blotter, the pouch-eyed frogs and coquís given to me by well wishers. Wind tickles the leaves of the hickory tree just outside the window, its yellowness reflecting into my room on this cool but sunny Autumn morning...