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It took eighteen years for this book to find its proper ending. I dedicated it to my mother who has shared her family history and the history of her country with me. Talking about Guatemalan history and listening to my mom’s stories is one of my favorite ways to spend time with her now.
This book was a joy to write – possibly the easiest one I’ve written so far. And it all came from the central idea of embracing the wildness within a girl.
I wanted to write about kids like me, who know what it feels like to grow up in a place other people spend a week or two at for vacation in the summer; a place that, for them, for me, is home all year round.
A poem about the dreams and fantasies, the anticipation, the doubts and insecurities, the frustrations, and finally, the pride of seeing something that I wrote actually out there in the world for others to read.
In every piece of art or writing, I’ve found a new truth layered in shadow, or dispelled old bitterness in an unexpected turn of phrase, or tugged an answer from a tangle of threads.