Andrea Hernandez Holm

Halloween is over, El Dia de los Muertos has passed, and the chaos of fall and winter begins in earnest, yet on the brink of the madness of holiday gathering, cooking, shopping, agonizing and celebrating, I find myself thinking more about writing than anything else. It's this time of year that does it to me. Perhaps because the cooler weather has restored my energy, but perhaps too because when the fall embraced Tucson and  the veil between worlds lifted, restless ancestors slipped to the other side, our side and now gather around me, reminding me of the many stories waiting to be reborn.