Basically, I was born to straddle divides. My mother is Mexican, my father German (both are first-generation Americans). I am descended from murderers, border jumpers, bootleggers, artists and brujas. I'm a cis pansexual in a heteronormative relationship. I suffer from multiple chronic illnesses. Even my hometown occupies two states. So I'm too white to be Latina and too Latina to be white, too queer to be straight but too straight to be queer, too sick to be fully alive but too alive to be dead, too introverted to be a social butterfly but too extroverted to be a hermit, and too late to be Gen X but too early to be a millennial. Is it any wonder I'm a perpetrator of drive-by poetry and other senseless literary acts? (Also, is it any wonder that I can't commit to a single genre?)
Things that I definitely am: a night owl, a foodie, a walking sweet tooth, a serious binge-watcher, and a dedicated psychonaut exploring a shamanic path. (Again, walking between worlds.) I collect Mexican folk art. I've been a prison volunteer. It took me thirteen years to earn my bachelor's degree; it may take me another thirteen to recover. When not writing, I enjoy reading, art, films, photography, walks in the woods, mushrooms, bugs, and all things horror/weird/occult. I live with six demanding felines and one extremely laidback husband. The eight of us call Kansas City, MO home.