Hi. I'm Guada.

 

My story and passion for writing started when I was gifted my first journal at the tender age of 10 as a Christmas present by my Mom's older sister, Rebecca, (whom we all affectionately call "Auntie Ruby"). During my childhood, my parents and their 7 children spent Christmases at Auntie Ruby's and Uncle Bob's house with their 7 children. It was a madhouse, but it was alive. Since receiving that journal from Auntie Ruby, it has been like a Pandora's box of words that originate in my head and travel in to my pen, and on to any piece of paper I'm writing on at the time. I tell my story on this platform because I find that it reminds me of God's faithfulness, but mostly because of something I didn't expect--- that my stories offered hope to so many of those who walked down the same concrete path I did. 

 

“Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself. -Harry Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone, J.K. Rowling

Telling the story of my journey through divorce was my "Voldemort." I treated it as the "situation-that-must-not-be-spoken-of." I held the story in, afraid of being judged, and ashamed of what had happened. If you've read the story, it starts off with 4-year-old Sophie. At the conclusion, she was about to turn 8 in a few weeks. Four years. The journey through those 4 years paralyzed me from doing something I naturally did as in breathing: from writing every day to writing nothing, for 4. LONG. YEARS. If writing was my way of speaking, I felt mute. If writing was my right hand, I felt like an amputee. You can imagine the tears of relief that flowed from me as soon as I hit "publish"---the crying lasted for nearly 4 hours (I guess an hour for each year I lost), and was remedied by the wine and chocolates Ross (my soon-to-be-husband) brought over later that evening.

Living this new life with Sophia and Ross, and how I live out the reality of what God has restored and redeemed, is the catalyst of why I write again. 

C.S. Lewis once said, "We read to know we are not alone." When you read, I hope that on some level, it makes you feel like you are not alone. 

I've heard it said that vulnerability is a sign of courage and bravery. I seldom ever feel brave or courageous but when I do, it's when I write. This is sneak peek into the contents of my head and heart, vulnerably spilled out.

So, here it is. My personal act of bravery.

 

 
 

"We read to know we are not alone."

- C.S. Lewis

 
 

Maui-bred, Fiancee, Mother, Daughter (6th of 7 children), loves music, loves to read, loves to write. Thank you for joining me.

 

Much love,

G