Mary Ellen Sanger is a Mexicophile, despite everything. She blames the Virgen de Guadalupe who follows her everywhere. See photo. After 17 years writing in burnished Mexican tones, she has recently added grays and purples and greens, writing from her former New York City perch, and now Colorado (See blog “Love in the Time of Colorado”.) Since falling in love with a transplanted Coloradoan, now in the shadow of the Rockies she feeds cracked walnuts to squirrels and watches the underside of geese fly overhead.
The women she met in prison are with her all the time.