I don’t have any actual memory of him. I only know the stories told to me. At two years old my mom found me in the backyard pretending to mow the lawn with my best (imaginary) friend Mr. Chacon. I created a friend, an older man friend, who mowed the lawn with me, swung with me, sat next to me as we watched Snow White, played hide and seek, except, of course, for the times when he didn’t want to hide. At two years old my weird but imaginative mind divulged.


I don’t like to categorize myself into introvert or extrovert because truth is I feel comfortable with both at different times. As a kid I spent a lot of my time playing make-believe with my sisters and cousins but also thoroughly enjoyed alone time reading Cam Janson mystery books in my room. I wrote a short play at the age of 10 and cast my cousin, sister, and friends in each role. By the end of the play everyone quit except for one loyal cousin. As I’m told, I was far too demanding a director to work with. I was the kid in grade school who never talked in class out of fear of being vulnerable in front of my classmates, but that changed later in life, I never stopped asking questions through college. I believe people are complex and no matter who you are right now, it’s never too late to grow.


I graduated from The University of Pittsburgh with a degree in Non-fiction Writing, which heavily focused on journalism and creative non-fiction. Most days I’m riddled with thoughts of inadequacy but find purpose in my calling regardless. I’m a wife, a mom, a writer, a follower of Jesus. I’m Hispanic, my dad was born in Mexico and my mom in Texas. I have three biological siblings, one who passed away from cancer when she was 12. I also have 3 step siblings and a step-dad.  I am now back living in my hometown San Antonio, Texas.


I write to answer my own questions. Like James Baldwin or Joan Didion I find it hard to write about anything void of my own experiences. “I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means.”- Joan Didion in Why I Write.

 I also value listening and want your voice heard too.  


Aubrey Cofield