I heard it said once that every human is a story with skin.
If this is true, paragraphs would be etched in the scars on
my wrists.
Whole chapters could be written about the way my heart
pounds when I startle awake. And every single one of my tears could fill a book.
But stories, with all their promise, only leave room for
disappointment. I don’t have room for that anymore. I left it all—the hope, the
love, the promise—back in my old life with the ghosts I’d rather forget: Jude.
Emma. Pacey.
This is how I dare to move forward and to believe in a new
beginning. I let go of the old. I just grab the new and run. I don’t wait
around anymore. I can’t.
Waiting leaves room for the voices.
Somewhere between water and sky, I'll find a way to burn
these voices to the ground.
Elora Ramirez lives in Austin, Texas with her chef-husband.
At the age of four, she taught herself how to read and write, cutting her teeth
on books like Dr. Seuss and writing anywhere she could find the
space--including her Fisher Price kitchen set, the pages of picture books and
Highlights Magazine. Since then, she's grown to love the way words feel as they
swell within her bones. Writing holy and broken is her calling, and pushing
back the darkness and pursuing beauty through story is her purpose. She
embraces the power of story and teaches women from all parts of the world how
to embrace theirs. She has a knack of calling things out , the truth and the
detail, the subversive threads that make a life a story. She loves hip-hop,
wishes she lived by the beach and cannot write without copious amounts of
coffee, chocolate, music, and her husband's lavender liqueur.
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