The Keeper
A Memoir · Coming Soon

Pills.
Toast.
Cheese.
Jam.

The Keeper of the Mundane
Wonder is everything worth living for. The mundane is what lets you survive it.

A tech founder building augmented reality discovers her entire family has been living inside one — built by her Ecuadorian mother, in a house in Israel.

Abue, the grandmother

Three women under one roof: a grandmother who once turned away three armed policemen in Ecuador with a fake cough and a bloodied handkerchief. A mother who built a one-woman religion from Torah, theta healing, and Pixar films. And a daughter holding a patent for augmented reality — who didn't realize until she wrote this book that she'd spent her career building the commercial version of what her mother does to people.

The Glass Castle meets The House of the Spirits — if the magic in the house got people killed.

The World

Three worlds under one roof. Same craft. Different purpose.

A goat that blinded a baby with the mother's gaze. A man trying to fly with the wrong feathers. Wheat that betrays the Lord. The medical system rendered as a giant monster. The book lives here.

Maternal Impression
Maternal Impression
Abue Told Me · Superstition
The Flying Man
The Flying Man
Abue Told Me · Folk
The Fugitive
The Fugitive
Abue Told Me · Manabí
God the Contractor
God the Contractor
Methodology · Epistemic Abuse
Tradecraft
Tradecraft
Methodology · Internalized Control
Petroleum Pig
Petroleum Pig
Mom's Theology · Plastic
Mushrooms Feed on the Dead
Mushrooms Feed on the Dead
Mom's Theology · Decay
The Medical Monster
The Medical Monster
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Smuggling the Queen

The Pots and the Rats

The apartment was empty — just a mattress on the floor where the living room was supposed to take shape. The balcony window flooded the room with soft morning light.

"The sun is coming from the east. That's the best direction!" My Abue was sitting on the mattress in a knee hug, her small body folded into itself like an origami bird. "Did you know that real estate prices are higher if the light comes from the east?"

I smiled. "I'm glad you like it."

The apartment was nothing to write home about, but it was safe.

I held out my hand and she took it, rising slowly. Her tiny frame was so light I could hardly feel her weight. Once standing, she started walking me around the empty place as if I were the guest. As if I hadn't chosen it myself.

"Here is my room." She said it with satisfaction, showing me the space: empty except for a dozen boxes stacked along the wall.

Her room was the safe room. The mamad. Every apartment in Israel has one — reinforced concrete, a heavy steel door, built to withstand rockets.

Abue chose it immediately. Of course she did. She knew what safety looked like.

The Video Series

Three women. Three reckonings. One house.

Pills, Toast, Cheese, Jam
The Seamstress
Pills, Toast, Cheese, Jam
House of Wonder
The Healer
House of Wonder
Methodology
Tech Founder
Methodology
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