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  • A Letter For Numa

    April 17th, 2026
    This is a personal letter written in memory of my friend Numa. It is not meant to define him fully, because no single piece of writing ever could. It is simply my way of honoring the time we shared, the person he was to me, and the ways he left an imprint on my life.

    Dear Numa,

    I’ve been trying to find the right words for you, and nothing ever feels like enough. So I’m choosing simplicity, because I think there is beauty in simple words. You never made things complicated — you kept things simple — and that was one of the things I loved about you. And I believe, with all my heart, that the world should know what a wonderful person you were.

    I know you were deeply loved and cherished by many. Today, I want to write to you, to honor you, and to tell you that you impacted my life in a beautiful way.

    Numa, sabes, dicen que tu delirio era la ropa y los zapatos (you know, they say your obsession was clothes and shoes haha). Let’s start there.

    I think back to when I first met you in 2021. Your sense of style was the first thing I noticed, there was such visual harmony in the way you presented yourself. You were so effortlessly put together. And then I had the chance to truly know you, and I realized you were even easier to love than I expected. You were humble, thoughtful, and so kind in the way you understood others.

    Now I find myself reflecting more. I think about your laugh, and the small gestures that were so uniquely you. How lucky people were to have experienced your presence.

    I remember how I would make you laugh with my nonsense, and now those moments have become some of my most vivid memories. Something I really loved about you was that you never imposed yourself on anyone. There was a gentleness in the way you moved through the world. You made space for others, and because of that, people naturally wanted to step into your world and learn what you loved. I know that was true for me.

    Before you, I didn’t know who Bad Bunny was. Facts. That still makes me smile. And thank you, by the way — “Party” is still my favorite track. It’s the one we played the last time we saw each other while we cruised along the shoreline.

    Thank you for the times you came with me to see classic rock bands you weren’t familiar with. Thank you for your curiosity, your tenderness, and the way you could enjoy things so fully. Thank you for the small moments I keep replaying in my mind. And thank you for what you meant to me.

    Something I always admired about you was how you lived in the present. You enjoyed life, you traveled, you were there — fully there — in the now. We often remind each other to live in the present, but so few of us actually do it. You did. You embraced the moment without hesitation, and I think that is beautiful.

    I often dare to imagine my life all at once, and that has the tendency to drive one mad. So thank you, Numa, for reminding me — without even trying — to come back to the now. Thank you for teaching me, through your presence, how to cherish it.

    I don’t have the words to fully describe what your absence feels like, but I am grateful to God for allowing our paths to cross. Because of friends like you, life feels more meaningful and more joyful.

    I love you, Numa. And in faith, I find comfort in knowing that you are now resting in the presence of God, where you are held in peace and love.

    Always,

    Nancy

    —In loving memory of Numa Juarez Jr., March 2, 1994 – March 29, 2026

  • The Words We Never Forgot

    March 2nd, 2026
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    About seven years ago, I met one of my closest friends at a coffee shop. I had arrived with my younger brother, and the two of us were sparring playfully—throwing light insults back and forth about some family disagreement we had turned into a joke.

    When my friend arrived, she sat down quietly and observed us. My brother eventually gathered his things and left. A few moments later, she looked at me and said she was disappointed in the way we expressed affection: through insults disguised as sarcasm.

    She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t harsh. Her tone was calm.

    But I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. It wasn’t her volume that lingered, it was the weight of her words.

    I never forgot that moment.

    And what struck me later was something strange about human psychology: we often carry criticism as if it’s permanent, while the person who said it has long since moved on.


    The Spotlight Effect

    As humans, we tend to overestimate how much other people notice and remember our behavior. Psychologists call this the spotlight effect.

    My friend knew the unhealthy dynamics I had grown up with. I had confided in her about how unheard I felt in my family, how quickly judgment replaced understanding. So when she pointed out that I was engaging in the very behavior I criticized, it felt devastating.

    To be deeply understood is comforting.
    But to be deeply observed can feel terrifying.

    In that moment, I felt exposed, like a contradiction had been illuminated. I replayed her comment over and over in my mind. Meanwhile, she likely went on with her life, unaware of how long I carried it.

    Think about the last time someone made a casual remark to you. Maybe it was small. Maybe it was said in passing. And yet weeks, months—sometimes even years later—it resurfaces.

    Regardless of the speaker’s intent, well-meaning, careless, or critical, your brain replays it until it feels permanent.


    Emotional Memory Amplifies Minor Moments

    The brain prioritizes emotionally charged experiences. It files them differently.

    When I was a young girl, I once sat on my mother’s bed talking and laughing with her. In the middle of our conversation, she paused, looked at my face, and said, “Your nose is crooked.”

    I had never noticed.

    Later that day, I locked myself in the bathroom and stared into the mirror. I studied my face with new suspicion. Had I been walking around unaware of some visible flaw? The thought consumed me.

    To her, it may have been an observation.
    To me, it became a narrative.

    A mild comment became monumental and not because of its objective weight, but because of my developmental stage and emotional vulnerability. A young girl will internalize comments about her body far more intensely than an adult might.

    My mother likely forgot she ever said it.

    I didn’t.

    That’s how emotional memory works. The brain encodes shame, fear, and embarrassment more deeply than neutral experiences. It’s a survival mechanism but in modern life, it often misfires.


    Perceived Judgment Isn’t Always Actual Judgment

    Often, what we interpret as judgment is care, concern, or an attempt at guidance.

    That doesn’t excuse harmful remarks. My mother’s comment about my nose wasn’t necessary. My friend’s observation stung deeply. Impact matters.

    But impact and intention are not always aligned.

    Another person might have responded differently than I did. They might have challenged their friend. They might have confronted their parent. They might have dismissed the comment entirely.

    And that’s valid.

    My purpose in writing this isn’t to minimize the power of words. It’s to examine why they linger so long in our minds.

    When criticism resurfaces, it’s worth asking:
    Is this memory heavy because of what was said or because of the meaning I attached to it?

    Interpretation gives memory weight.
    Repetition makes it feel permanent.

    Understanding this doesn’t erase the sting. But it does return power to us.

    We may not control what others say.
    But we can learn to loosen the grip their words have on our identity.

    And perhaps that is where wisdom begins: not in avoiding criticism, but in understanding the mind that holds onto it.

  • Welcome!

    April 28th, 2025

    Hello, and welcome!

    My name is Nancy Romero, and I’m thrilled to have you here. This is the beginning of an exciting journey where I’ll be sharing my stories, thoughts, and creative work with you.

    I’ve always believed in the power of storytelling — how a well-told tale can connect us, heal us, and help us discover more about ourselves. As a writer, my focus is on exploring themes of resilience, connection, and self-discovery.

    Here, I’ll be sharing snippets of my upcoming novel, personal stories, and articles that reflect these themes. It’s my hope that as you read these words, you feel inspired, understood, and maybe even a little bit more connected to the world around you.

    Whether you’re a fellow writer, a reader searching for something new, or someone who simply loves a good story, I invite you to join me on this journey. Together, let’s explore what it means to grow, heal, and truly connect with each other through the power of stories.

    Thank you for being here, and I can’t wait to share more with you soon!

    With gratitude,

    Nancy

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