The Blue Hen Jar

My name is Harper Holloway, and if you’d met me a few years ago, you probably would have thought of me as the girl who “was still figuring it out.”

That was my mother’s favorite way to introduce me.

“This is Harper,” she’d say with that bright, brittle smile. “She’s still finding her path.”

People would nod like that was a charming quirk,continue reading …