My backpack, a metrocard, and a friendly warm southern smile are all I had with me when I arrived to the ‘Big Apple’. Just a warning, there is no giant apple in the middle of the city, do not be fooled...
There are just a few scarves left, worn by her mother. There are also early, fragmented memories of golf tournaments and other fundraisers to raise money for her mother’s cause. There are bit and pieces...
