When I was a young girl, my parents, four siblings, and I lived in a trailer. Upon entering the shotgun kitchen, you are met with a long, wooden table taking up 60% of the room where we would eat as a family.
I was asked to be my baby sister’s Maid of Honor on a Sunday in December exactly five months before her wedding. She popped the question in the laundry room of our mother’s home and the hum of the washer and dryer couldn’t keep rhythm with my excitement. But then I thought, “Maid of Honor […]
Every year, I go to the Philadelphia Folk Festival with my dad. It’s a beautiful gathering of creative, free, & unapologetically inviting people. Before this, however, it’s simply an empty field at Old Pool Farm. Because we volunteer during Pre-Fest, we roll up in my dad’s moving trailer Monday night (3 days before the festival […]