Writer. Troublemaker. Rollerblader extraordinaire. Hanging out in #EastTroy. I’m fortunate to have found myself surrounded by a group of amazing, talented people - the projects we've completed would not have been possible without them.
She opened the journal. It had been her mother’s. The black leathery exterior felt soft, almost feathery in her hands - the paper pages aged. Her mother had specifically willed the journal to her; the two had been close, but they had fallen out of contact shortly before her mother had passed.