About Me
My Work
Somewhere between worn-out VHS tapes and a stack of swap meet DVDs, a storyteller was born.
Today, I’m a writer, director, and creative problem-solver who works across theatre, film, and television. I earned my M.F.A. in Television, Film & Theatre (Writing Option) from Cal State LA, and my B.A. in Theatre Arts from CSU Long Beach—which is a fancy way of saying I have degrees in making things up and convincing people to feel feelings about it.
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I’ve done everything from scenic design to production management, but I always find my way back to writing, where I get to create characters who look like my primos, sound like my neighbors, and occasionally break the fourth wall.
My work lives at the intersection of Chicano identity, irreverent humor, and genuine heart. Whether it’s a satirical stage play or a dramatic screenplay, I’m drawn to stories that celebrate the complexities of my community, challenge tired stereotypes, and reflect the kind of humanity that often gets overlooked.
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I write stories that come from my community, carry joy, and aren’t afraid to get a little messy.
My Background
I’m a proud child of Mexican immigrants—my mom from Mexicali, my dad from Puebla—raised in Southern California, surrounded by the memory of orange groves and the smell of backyard carne asadas.
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​I grew up in the San Gabriel Valley, where live entertainment to me meant my tíos passionately butchering ranchera songs and my tías crying like they personally knew the characters on La Rosa de Guadalupe.
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We didn’t go to plays. We didn’t have cable. What I had was a TV, a stack of VHS tapes from the library, and a Saturday morning lineup that I studied more than my textbooks.
I was raised by Arthur, Sesame Street, Sailor Moon, Batman, Pokémon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Xiaolin Showdown, and my personal favorite: ¡Mucha Lucha!—the first time I saw lucha libre, Spanglish, and my overall culture proudly animated in glorious technicolor. That show didn’t just entertain me—it told me, “You belong here too.”
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I was one of those quiet kids, not the deep, philosophical kind, just the kind who treated class presentations like near-death experiences... So naturally, I joined theatre.
What better way to conquer social anxiety than by crying on stage in front of strangers? I acted. I directed. I scribbled down scenes in the margins of my notebook. And at one point, I was somehow allowed to direct my classmates in scenes from Sam Shepard’s play "Buried Child". Because what screams “youthful expression” like Midwestern decay, emotional repression, and symbolic cornfields?
My Life
After high school, I thought I was done with theatre. Plot twist: I wasn't. I started studying psychology at community college, but one random general ed theatre class pulled me back into the dramatic arts faster than you can say “scene partner.” This time, I fully devoted myself to the craft: tech, acting, directing, producing... I even learned how to use a staple gun correctly (a truly underrated skill).
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But it was in a Stage & Screenwriting class that I found my true calling. I wrote an original screenplay, won some scholarships, and was honored as an Emerging American Voice at the University, which made me feel both deeply inspired and, suddenly, very responsible.
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I transferred to CSU Long Beach, got my B.A., then went straight into grad school at Cal State LA to sharpen my storytelling skills in all media. Since then, I’ve written plays, screenplays, and possibly too many dramatic monologues about identity and generational trauma.
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These days, I work across theatre, film, and TV, telling stories that are proudly Latino, occasionally over-the-top, and always full of heart. My mission is to bring joy, laughter, and a little bit of chaos to audiences who never saw themselves as the main character—until now.
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Also, if you ever need a passionate rant about the golden age of Saturday morning cartoons... I'm your guy.