All my life my mother was always writing. She passed away February 2014. A year later, going through the many boxes of her belongings, was a trapper keeper from the 80's, almost split at the seems and bursting with pages inside. My mother's poetry and short stories. I can't think of a better way to honor my mother than to publish her words, the last little bit of her that was left for my sisters, our children and I.

Humanity raped and pillaged the earth. After the world reset itself, everything changed. EVERYTHING