Sunshine beamed across the tall windows of the public library as I made my way towards the Sunlit Literary Festival that Saturday afternoon. Hope in my heart, and a little pep in my step. I walked briskly past the man who asked me if I wanted to sign up to vote regarding assault rifles. I …
You Don’t Miss Something ‘Til It’s Gone
Photo by Miguel Bruna on Unsplash It's funny, the old saying that goes like this: You don't miss something until it's gone. The last couple of weeks, I've been worried about how to sustain my disabled mother and myself financial. I have a lot of pressure on my shoulders as a 24-year-old who has been working full-time for …
