A Musical by Lupe Fernandez Last time on Not My Story,  I wrote about Ms. N_, Vietnamese hair stylist, harrowing escape from Viet Nam ...

by Lupe Fernandez While getting my remaining hair cut, Ms. N_, the hair stylist at Super De Duper Haircuts tells me she had come to the U...

by Lupe Fernandez Romantic versus realistic. Have you ever kissed in the rain? I mean during a cold, drenching downpour. Water hammers ...

by Lupe Fernandez Another in a irregular series about writing in the field. Mi Scusi,Dove il Bagno? Excuse me, where bathroom? I memo...

by Lupe Fernandez I'm not troubled by my motivation to write. I'm troubled by the motivation, or lack thereof, of my manuscript ch...

La Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe by Lupe Fernandez I sit in La Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe church. Romita, GTO Mexico. I'm here with...

by Lupe Fernandez April 27. I am in Romita, Mexico with my mother. The last of her brothers had died. Mom is here to pay respects. I am he...

by Lupe Fernandez From the Department of Where Ideas Come From I watched the final episode of The Walking Dead. Yes, there was zombie ac...

Fifteen Miles Across Los Angeles by Lupe Fernandez I am trapped in Downtown Los Angeles; I know I'm dreaming, but I can't walk...

by Lupe Fernandez I read a memoir called The Still Point of the Turning World by Emily Rapp . She chronicles her grief over the diagnosis...

by Lupe Fernandez I ride in the Hyundai dealer shuttle service back to my house. The Volkswagen is hot and stuffy, crowded with four passe...

by Lupe Fernandez Last month, I assisted my father-in-law install a new track for folding doors enclosing the laundry room. After grunting...

by Lupe Fernandez   In the fields of my father, they grow corn, alfalfa and lettuce, a man chases crows away from newly planted seeds,...

by Lupe Fernandez I read Violet & Claire by Francesca Lia Block , a YA novel about two girls who's friendship is threatened by th...