Anna Worlund – Her Story

i believe perhaps the most important part of our own story is where we come from. my grandmother’s hardship immigrating from guatemala made my own story possible. my heart pounded my sunkissed skin rested along the striding gallop. black braids, straight look. hollowed gourds lifted me to the surface. i can still feel the country-store-candle… Continue reading Anna Worlund – Her Story