When I was a kid, my brother and I would get to alternate summers spending a week with our grandparents in Texas. Memom would always have a fun art project for me to work on, and Pepop would always take us somewhere fun like the Stockyard, or a new restaurant.
But inevitably, some point during the week I would sit down at the typewriter and just spend an afternoon typing out pages and pages of nonsense. I wondered if one day I would be able to type something that made sense - something with real words.
Now I don't just want real words, but I want to write words of hope. Words that speak life, and refresh. Words that spark creativity and art.
My name is Eva, and I am a hope*writer.