I taught American history at Santa Fe High School for thirty-one years, and for most of that time my students asked me why the textbook never mentioned anybody they were related to. So I started writing it down. My family has farmed the same land near Chimayó since before New Mexico was a state, and the stories come with it: land grants, weavers, acequia disputes that lasted longer than marriages. I write memoir about my own life and historical fiction about the lives I only heard about. I live in an old adobe house with a leaking roof, a husband named Tom and far too many chile plants.