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Aria of a Brown Girl is the true story of the perilous journey one girl takes after experiencing trauma over and over beginning in her formative years and continuing on through young adulthood. Placed into adoption at birth, this sets the tone of abandonment she feels from the start and creates an overall mindset of not belonging. In addition, she is faced with numerous moments of abuse, which start her on a downward trajectory to self-destruction. Told with an unapologetic honesty, and an agonizing rawness, the reader will find themselves becoming fully invested in the author’s tumultuous journey from childhood to her adult years.


In this deeply moving memoir, Sarita Vargas compels the reader to cry with her, laugh with her, and cheer her on as she navigates life’s struggles and triumphs. Trauma is a monster, but is it any match for the discovery of inner strength and self-love?

*Excerpt from Chapter 2, The Girl On the Farm:


     “Trying to calm myself, I slowly made my way toward the stairs, hoping no one would notice me as I crept out of the family area. The kids were all deeply absorbed in what they were watching, and I could feel a lump forming at the base of my throat. 'Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry,' I chanted to myself as I climbed the stairs. If I cried, someone would ask me what was wrong, and I would probably be in trouble. When I got my urge to cry under control, the chant in my mind changed to 'don’t puke, don’t puke, don’t puke.'

     Once in the light and safety of the upstairs, I found my mom among the rest of the adults in the living room. I went to her side and sat down quietly, begging God to put it in her head to just let me sit with her and not 'shoo' me back to the basement. I promised God I would be good, and I would behave, if only my mom would let me stay. Under most circumstances, she would have shooed me away to the basement, but on this occasion, she let me sit by her, even though there were only adults around. I sat there as quiet as a mouse, not making a peep, hoping to blend into the carpet...”


*Excerpt From

Aria of a Brown Girl

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