I exited the grocery store and the woman was still sitting on a concrete retaining wall and writing in what appeared to be a journal. In front of her was a cardboard sign that read: “Anything helps. The struggle is real.” It was in the 80s and she had found some shade. She looked hard at work.
Heather the Writer
Heather the Writer
Heather the Writer
I exited the grocery store and the woman was still sitting on a concrete retaining wall and writing in what appeared to be a journal. In front of her was a cardboard sign that read: “Anything helps. The struggle is real.” It was in the 80s and she had found some shade. She looked hard at work.