Made for This
My home growing up was a mix of love, dysfunction, dealing with alcoholism, latent artistic energy, fabric scraps, old typography books, Van Morrison, and trips to the library. I had little islands of safe spaces to retreat to when life decided to hurt. Drawing with my sister on post it notes in my Grandmother’s kitchen. Sitting on a stack of books hopi…
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