Colleen Williams
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Sasha groaned as she gingerly lifted her head out of the awkward position she had fallen asleep in. She gently peeled her hand from the page it was pressed into, careful not to damage her grandfather’s delicate old journal. It was one of several small black notebooks she had found stacked in a corner of his library after his funeral. Sasha still couldn’t believe he was dead. It felt like the universe had chosen to twist the knife one last time, just for fun. Her mom, dad, and two sisters had been gone for ten years now, and her grandfather had been the only family she had left. Ironically, she’d only met him after she’d lost the rest of her family.
By Colleen Williams3 years ago in Families
Cloudy Days In Charleston
I'd been in Charleston, WV for work for about a week. It was my first real job after college, not counting the sales job in which I made zero dollars. This job didn't pay much, but it paid something, and I got to see a lot of the country. Actually, seeing the country was my job. Let me explain.
By Colleen Williams3 years ago in Humans