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Maria de Lourdes


I am a bilingual writer born and raised in Veracruz, Mexico, currently residing in the state of Washington. I write novels, short stories and children’s books. I wrote my first novel, Los Hijos Del Mar (The children of the sea) because I wanted my sons to know their ancestry and to be proud of their heritage. The story, set during the late nineteenth century in México and in Spain, is based on the lives of my ancestors, the Victorias, who made a name for themselves in México’s pharmaceutical industry, and the Muguiras, Spanish immigrants who found success cultivating and trading coffee seeds. The novel weaves both families’ sagas into a shared destiny and their intertwined tales becomes, finally, the love story of my parents. Click here to read a chapter of Los Hijos del Mar.

My second novel, Más allá de la Justicia (Beyond Justice) is a farewell to my former profession as a litigator. Through the first-person narrative of my three characters, I bring my reader into the harsh world of our criminal justice system, the complex lives of the accused, and the people who work, relentlessly, in the pursuit of justice. While the novel is not a memoir, my work as a public defender influenced my writing, and the process became therapy, allowing me to understand how the experience had shaped me. Click here to preview Mas Alla De La Justicia

A number of literary journals have published my short stories. The theme that seems to permeate my prose in that genre is the struggle that Latinos face in the United States. My characters are often working women trying to survive in a country that is not their own. The inspiration for the stories often comes from the people I try to help in my current work as a mediator.

I particularly enjoy writing for children. I find the process uplifting, and a good source of balance, especially when the substance of my adult work is often dark, and daunting. The more I explore and learn about this genre, the more it calls to me, especially when I am around my grandchildren, who are my best, and most devoted audience.

A Christmast gift




Don’t give up, hija!

It was the fourth time I tried to take my father’s blood pressure and I still could not hear the beating of his heart, which grew weaker as the days went by. My father was dying. Every inch of his body ached. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt him. And though he tried valiantly to disguise it, I knew that each time I squeezed the bulb of that apparatus and the cuff inflated, he felt pain.

“I can’t” I cried, and removed the stethoscope from my ears. “Let’s wait for the nurse.”

“Yes you can!” he said firmly, with rasping voice. Talking had become a courageous effort. ”Keep trying. You will learn even if my arm falls off.”

How often I had heard him say those words! "Don’t quit!” Since I was a child he would pound them, harshly, but always confident that I would solve whatever challenge I was facing. His faith in my abilities was often the last thing I wanted. It would have been easier to get a sympathetic hug, a look of pity or even a slap and be relieved from that impossible task. Today I understand that the real legacy that my father left me (among many others) was this: the virtue of perseverance. A gift he conveyed not through his will, or with a paternal sermon, but by example.

I wrote the story of my fathers' life in my first novel, Los Hijos del Mar. It is the story of that man who stood by his principles with a tenacity possessed by only a few human beings. It is the life of a handsome and bold young man, who became a doctor and not a pharmacist (a more lucrative career in Mexico) against his parents’ wishes; the story of a  man  in love who married and started a family, even though he could not support them; it is the life of a small town gynecologist who gave his life to his patients, rich and poor and then became a widower, disabled, with six children, and had to fight back to regain his health, his practice and his children.

My father died in April. I have here, in my office, a wooden crucifix I found the day we went to his medical office and packed his belongings. That was, perhaps, the most intimate and beautiful moment of duel with my siblings, together in that space with the tools that assisted his soft, healing hands. The cross was in his closet, hanging between his white coats, always clean and crisp. Now here it is, on the wall of my own office. Every morning before I start work, I blow it a kiss.

Los Hijos del Mar is my own legacy for my children and grandchildren. The example of my father written on paper. Every day I try to follow suit facing the challenges of life (blissfully few compared with what he faced) with perseverance. Perhaps this is why I keep writing. Perhaps this is why, every time I get another rejection letter, or lose another contest, or receive a sales report that will not pay the bills, I blow a kiss to my crucifixt and keep writing. I don’t quit. I know that the real, fulfilling riches I already possess: the love and health of my loved ones and the vivid memory of my father.

This is the first Christmas after my father’s passing. In his honor, I will try to enjoy it intensively, as he would want me to do. To you, my dearest reader, I offer as a gift the same words of advice I had the good fortune to inherit. Whatever obstacles you may be facing today, however great and small, “Do not give up!” 

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