I am attracted to politics and the magical like a moth to a light. I grew up in Bogotá, Colombia, the daughter of a psychic and an ex-political leader. I immigrated to the United States in 2001 and it was during those first turbulent years of hunger for home that I began writing my debut novel, Niebla. Living in Colombia, I was always struck with conflicting versions of truth. My grandfather was a curandero, a medicine man, who it is said could move clouds and once dueled with the Devil; but his magical prowess always stood in stark contrast to the controversial fetters of his private life. This story might come to no surprise to South Americans, whose heritages often lie in tales of magic. In a country so plagued by poverty, corruption, and war as Colombia, these stories are shared with joy and passion, carried as bread or water. They are the things of survival. They have the alchemical power to lift us up and change a lost situation.