Real stories, real humans.
Stories from under the Cape — survivors, builders, and beautiful weirdos, verified and sealed. A new chapter lands every day.
📚 Today’s story
The Magic of Naming
\n\nI have always believed that naming something gives it power. Not the kind of power that controls us — the kind that sets us free.
The storybook shelf
Every chapter, newest first. Pick a book off the shelf — a new one lands every day.
The Magic of Naming
I have always believed that naming something gives it power.
My dad was born in Mérida
There is so much to say about my dad.
Tiny Choices
The distance between where you are and where you want to be is just a series of small steps.
Life is a Pirouette
Life resembles a pirouette.
The Mind That Sees…
My mind was a projector I could not turn off.
The Silent Superpower
If my first lessons were about death, then the companion skill I was born with — the one that made those lessons so unbearably sharp — was an extreme and palpable empathy.
Why Movement Works
What I am doing with bellydancing and ballet is not just exercise — it is therapy. The kind you do with your body, not just your brain.
The Long Journey Home
The packed car, the big lunchbox, the bouncing pigtails — a childhood road trip full of laughter, bumps, and love, and the lessons it left behind.
The Pigeon Who Flew North
“Maybe she flew north.”
Sugar skulls Part 2 (My angel friend)
“Caro was my angel friend.”
Sugar skulls and the real mummy
“My relationship with death started early.”
The Last Scar
“I have been writing a lot about my early years. That is because my research needs all the data available.”
19 is our magic number
“To understand me and my mind, it helps to know about something called Dissociative Identity Disorder, or DID.”
My curls: a blessing or a warning?
“I was born with a head full of dark, straight hair, but little did anyone know, my curls had other plans.”
The little witch in a boy’s world
“If you remember, I was born into a squad. A ready-made family that came armed with three big brothers, aged six, five, and four.”
The Library that raised me
“Before I knew how to make sense of the world on my own, I learned it through the spines of books.”
The many faces of me
“For most of my life, I believed I was a collection of contradictions.”
The little witch is born
“I was born into a big family, my beautiful caring mother and my wise and hardworking dad.”
📖 READ ME
READ ME — the book that grows every day. Eighteen chapters so far, a new one daily.
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