Three years ago, my husband and I packed up our things from Philadelphia and moved to Pittsburgh for a fresh start. This was triggered by my desire to leave a life made in the sports industry to pursue writing.
During my senior year of high school, my mother kept a daily journal of my last year at home. It is a cherished gift. At the conclusion of the journal, she wrote, "This is the end of my journal entries. Maybe you'll choose to continue the journal with your own thoughts."
This is my open journal.
It covers many topics, from style as I embrace the lack of pigment in my skin and the wild wavy nature of my hair to happenings in Pittsburgh to the ebbs and flows as my journey unfolds to whiskey. Yes, whiskey.
Put up a seat, pour a glass, and stay awhile. Cheers!