Like many women, today I saw myself in the mirror, but only like some women, those middle age women, I saw my wrinkles. How long it has been since I could not sit and see my face in front of a mirror. Always running, working, cooking, there is not much time for oneself as a mother and wife, there is only time for the family. No, I do not think it is a sad thing that the face is wrinkled, and the jowl falls, on the contrary, I think it is a symbol of a life lived in generosity.
Every wrinkle is a smile, yes smiles and even laughter for the good times, the good joke they told me, the good news and hugs received.
Struggle wrinkles, I have many, because life is a constant struggle. Every day, every moment; life is a continual battle for survival. That is, for surviving the evil of the world, the evil of the soul. A struggle to succeed at school and to grow in spirit, family and community. A struggle to be better today than yesterday.
Other wrinkles on my face are the result of tears. Tears for the sick son, for the broken heart of the daughter, for the friends and family who forgot about me or who only used me, but still, the only thing left is wrinkles.
Wrinkles of joy by the grace of being a mother, for the health and successes of my children, for the goals achieved, for laughing with others, for those words that my husband tells me "I love you."
And wrinkles, thanks for existing, you wrinkle, tells me I am still alive, when friends and family are no longer with us. Wrinkles that tell me I have become old, and I told them, wrinkles, that is what life is about, growing old, and older next to my loved ones.
I also have those wrinkles that come from physical pain. Physical pain that reminds me of the great pain of other people that compared to mine, is almost unnoticeable.
And they cannot be missed those emotional wrinkles of the friend who betrayed me, of the work that I lost, of the loved one who died, of the goal that was not reached. And what is left? Only wrinkles of experiences learned.
So, wrinkles, welcome! They are the privilege of living and aging that is not granted to all.
After all, aging is living, and living is aging with wrinkles!
I was born in Mexico City into a Catholic family. It was in my family where I first learned to know and love God. There is no doubt that attending Catholic schools from kindergarten to university helped me grow deeper in my faith and made me able to share with others the love that God has shown me.
In Mexico I practiced law for 14 years. Then my husband and I decided to apply for residency in Canada. In 1999, my family and I moved to Canada. With my two boys in tow, I was once again blessed with the gift of motherhood when my daughter was born in Canada.
Unable to practice law in Canada, I looked for another kind of job. But it wasn’t until I started writing that I found a way to pour my thoughts and struggles as an immigrant and as a parent. Mostly it is a way to express my faith and life from a Catholic point of view.
I joined a writer’s group and took writing courses at the University of Victoria. Since then, I have been determined to take my writing seriously, create something, and be more upfront about it.
Writing is my best companion. It is the best way to express my feelings, beliefs and love. Writing for me is the best way of sharing who I am; passing my learned lessons unto the next generation; and to communicate with the rest of the world.
I have published different articles in local newspapers. I received such great reviews from my family, friends and acquaintances that motivated me to continue my writing.
All my books and poems are printed in English and in Spanish.
My motto is: “Be the Inspiration, Find the Inspiration”.
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