Generations of anguish By Brittney M. Walker I was trying to think of something racy and controversial to write about this month, but I’ll tackle this small, but probably common thing first. So my mom found my blog. Dun dun duuuun. Not that I was hiding it from her. Well, …
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By Brittney M. Walker On the flight to JFK, a New Yorker by the name of Elizabeth sat next to me; a chatty girl traveling from Australia where she studied for her masters – yeah I got all the 411 the whole 5-hour flight.