I was born and raised in Venezuela but left when I was a teen. So far, I have lived in 4 different countries, and the U.S. became me and my family's permanent residence 9 years ago. I graduated college with honors (Summa Cumm Laude) in Northern Minnesota and I have been working as a digital editor and translator ever since. I have many hobbies, but the one that fills my heart the most is traveling with my dogs and the people I love.
“I hit the love and family jackpot.”
“Without even realizing it, my whole identity was that relationship. So when the relationship came to an end, I almost did too. I didn’t know who I was, what I liked, or where I was heading.”
“The baby was pulling my cervix along with him, and it was acting like a rubber band around his head. I could hear the concern in my birth team’s voices and I knew he needed to get out ASAP.”
“The doctors suggested if I was to ever wake up, I would NEVER walk or talk again and would be in a vegetative state for the rest of my life. But my parents had hope.”
“The thought hit me…I don’t treat my stepchild like my own kids—I treat her so much better.”
“I shouldn’t have survived.”
“The very first step for me was to get an analysis of my sperm for my fertility clinic. I was not ready to hear the results. Sperm count: terrible. Morphology: terrible. Motility: terrible. What? My brother had 3 kids with no problem! I was horrified.”
“I didn’t know who I was—I thought I was famous and I thought people on the television were talking to me. I even thought my roommates at the time were demons. They were frightened by me and asked me to move out.”
“There was no growing into it–just like a band-aid, I ripped off all fear and nerves, and dove right in.”
“In a matter of 6 months, I became a wife, stepmom, and immigrant in a country whose customs and language were completely different.”
