Hannah Pringle – Blog #4

Hannah Pringle – Blog #4

Procrastination is a good friend of mine. We hangout every day, eat dinner, go for walks and watchendless amounts of YouTube together. Sometimes I want to kick my own butt because of how far behindI let myself get. I could blame it on my ADD but I’ll be twenty-two...
Hannah Pringle – Blog #3

Hannah Pringle – Blog #3

When I was eighteen, I went to my first and only women’s march. I figured that if I had a vagina and was anti-Trump I should probably go. It was in Asbury Park New Jersey and full of eclectic and passionate people. I listened to intense conversations about Planned...
Hannah Pringle – Blog #2

Hannah Pringle – Blog #2

Looking through photo albums I start to notice the trend of my father’s hairline. Brown full and combed off to the side, now a widow’s peak hairline that gets clippers ran through it. He still has the same amazing blue eyes and warm smile. I must have stumbled across...
Hannah Pringle – Blog Post #1

Hannah Pringle – Blog Post #1

Quarantine hasn’t felt like a “break” so far. It’s more like a nightmare I can’t get away from. The first day I came home I found myself climbing into my dad’s pickup truck. We were on our way to visit my grandmother at her assisted living facility. The place was on...