Leslie Ramirez
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A place to get those writing urges out.
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I am one of those people that had to go through a BIG career change to find themselves finally happy in their life. I say life, and not work, because we all know what a huge toll our jobs take on our personal life and there are a lot of us that can't seem to find a healthy balance between the two. Before revealing the nature of my current job and my feelings about it, it is important to mention the career I come from.
By Leslie Ramirez4 years ago in Journal
Life Made, Not Lived
The hospital room was cold, impersonal, and even with all the furnishings, felt empty. Maybe the reason was because no one stayed long enough to leave behind a mark of their spirit. The birth education posters on the wall were a mere attempt to make the room look like a place of healing, when instead, it riddled you with heart ache you did not come in with. She rubbed her belly, wishing she could keep her daughter inside her forever. As hard as it was, she accepted that the child she carried in her womb would not be hers to keep. In fact, she would never hear of her daughter ever again, but it did not stop her from longing for a different, brighter future where she was able to love and care for her daughter.
By Leslie Ramirez5 years ago in Fiction
Piecing Together A New World
Like a lot of us, all seven billion of us, I was looking for a fun hobby to fill my time during the first round of quarantine. The positive outlook I was trying to keep during those scary times actually had me excited to have the time to relax, and get back in touch with my creative side. After all, the long shifts as a chef and added commute in New York City did not leave me enough time for all the reading, painting, drawing, and writing that I wish I was able to do. So, I took advantage of the gift of time and I did a lot! Maybe, too much too soon? I wish someone would've told us an accurate timeline so I knew how to ration out all my activities! After a couple of weeks, I had done everything I could with my craft supplies, read all three of my books, and was back to square one when it came to entertainment. You're probably wondering about TV. Well, Netflix was always on in the background, so I'd deplete my creative and binge watching choices at the same time. I was desperately looking to try something new. I had put on Spotify radio, amusing myself with a hunt for new music. A song came up and I heard, "Run away, run away, can I bury my head, please? In a beach from your magazines that you toss on your floor." I don't know if it was the melody of the song, or the way the lyrics resonated with my situation and feelings at that moment, but it immediately became my favorite song and I played it on repeat for a month.
By Leslie Ramirez5 years ago in Humans
An Immigrant, Not By Choice
First, I would like put any assumptions to rest about my home town. It is not the starving, drug-riddled war zone that comes to mind when people hear "Mexico". Our little town lies on the coast of Baja California, only a two-hour drive from San Diego,California through the US border. It was a poor, little town 30 years ago, which was why my father came to the US in the typical search for wealth. It has changed a lot since then; it is now home to various restaurants, craft breweries, AirB&Bs (one which belongs to my mother), wineries, spring breakers, cruise ship stops, and as always-the world's best fish tacos. My family has been blessed with successful careers. There is not much to complain about when you live next to the beach.
By Leslie Ramirez6 years ago in The Swamp
