Writer. Editor.

Lover. Sister.

Journalist. Manager.

Dancer. Listener.

Explorer. Traveler.

Friend. Daughter.


p.s. On Saturday I was talking with my godmother about my academic, professional, and personal goals for this upcoming school year and beyond, and she said, “My baby is going to be somebody.” When I was younger, I had a school aid named Mr. Robinson, that always said us kids would be somebody, too. It’s a big big world, and we all strive to be somebody. Cheers to that!


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