Not the book I imagined myself writing. I wanted to be the vibrant, funny voice of Latina moms everywhere, like a Mexican version of Ree Drummond. Instead of chicken pot pie recipes, I would share the secrets of my yummy brisket tacos, or my Mama’s breakfast burritos or my Grandma Rose’s spanish rice. 

The Summer of 1976 was the summer I vowed never to swim in the ocean and the Summer of 2017 was my summer of writing a book. I'm all in. No throwing the transcript away and quietly moving on with my life. No slithering back in the shadows.

Still nursing my body from the book I just birthed, I jumped right in and launched a website. It was very much like bringing a baby home from the hospital and getting dressed to take the rest of the kids to a baseball game the next day. Sorry, men, if female language makes you queasy, I promise to balance it out with a sports reference. See how I did that?