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The Stories I Carried, the Door That Finally Opened

I’ve carried stories in my body for as long as I can remember.
Not just ideas, stories.
The kind that whispers. The kind that linger. The kind that show up when life goes quiet for one impossible moment.

Like many Dominican women and mothers, I learned early that my time was not always my own. There were years when the stories pressed against my ribs, waiting. Patient, but present. Insistente, pero suave.

Motherhood. Work. Community.
Todo al mismo tiempo.

And then, one day, a door opened.

Not a mystical one, though magic is always hiding around the edges for women like us — but a creative door. A tool that let me finally catch my breath long enough to put the stories down on the page. A doorway into the worlds I’ve carried for years.

Still, the heart of the writing?
That is mine.
My edits.
My voice.
My cultura.
My lived truth.
My shadows and my light.
Sol y Sombra.

I write faceless by choice, not because I’m hiding, but because privacy gives me freedom. It lets me tell the truth without the noise that follows women, especially mujeres de color, especially mothers who dare to build worlds.

So welcome.
If you’ve found your way here, you’re probably someone who feels the pull of memory, magic, and misterio. Someone who has lived a little. Someone who knows that healing isn’t a straight line — it’s a spiral.

I’m grateful you’re here.
Take your time.
Explore.
Breathe.
And if you want a deeper look into the world of Santa Tierra — the lineage, the names, the secrets — I invite you to join my Reader Circle. It’s where I share the stories between the stories, the quiet notes, the behind-the-scenes magic.

Our stories deserve space.
This is yours.