My Story
I was born in the 1970s in Minatitlán, Veracruz, an oil town in southern Mexico, where I grew up surrounded by heat, humidity, and the lush green of the tropics.
As a teenager, I spent long hours sitting on a low wall beside the highway, watching cars, buses, and semi-trucks go by. I wondered where they had come from, where they were headed, and imagined the stories of the people traveling inside them. Long before I wrote novels, I was already dreaming about the places I hoped to visit someday.
After finishing high school, I moved to Mexico City, a place that, over time, became home for reasons you may recognize hidden between the pages of my books. Today, I divide my time between Mexico City, the Isthmus of Oaxaca, and wherever curiosity, an airplane, or a tank of gas happens to take me.
For many years, I worked in a global and highly competitive environment, led multicultural teams, and traveled frequently around the world. But not every trip was for work. Many were simply journeys I chose to take because there was always something inside me urging me to explore a little farther.
That chapter of my life introduced me to people, cultures, and stories that would eventually find their way into my novels. For a long time, writing was something I kept saving for "someday." Almost a fantasy. I kept telling myself that someday I would have the time. Someday I would finally do it.
That "someday" arrived when a trip to Scotland unraveled many of the certainties on which I had built my career and forced me to ask myself a simple but uncomfortable question:
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That question ended up changing far more than my profession.
Today, I write, travel, read, observe, and have conversations convinced that the best stories are born not only from imagination, but also from the people, places, and experiences that transform us when we least expect it.
What if life could be more than I had imagined?
