“Havana is like a woman who was grand once and has fallen on hard times, and yet hints of her former brilliance remain, traces of an era since passed, a photograph faded by time and circumstance, its edges crumbling to dust. Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is decide to leave when it is no longer wise to stay.” (Excerpt)

I fell in love with Yasmen…..when she gave me our children and became a mother who made magic, who held up everyone else, carried the world on her shoulder with infinite grace.

For me, the world of pretend and fairy tales was always a fun place to hang out.

I love magic. I love the idea that there is something else out there just beyond my understanding. It’s enough to excite me and get my imagination running and tumbling over itself with what-ifs.