There I was, 24,000 feet in the air, sitting in the aisle seat, trying to shield the tears streaming down my face from the flight crew serving chips and soda, thankful that the lights were dim on this 11 p.m. flight. The stranger sitting in my row at the window couldn’t see me furiously wiping…
Who are you?
What an elusive question and honestly, I don’t know! I can say that I am 23, a woman, black, a recent graduate, the youngest of 5, the product of divorced parents and being raised by a single mother, and an aspiring entrepreneur but does that really define *me*? I can also say that I am…
Inner Sanctum 