Established in Ocean City, New Jersey
In 2018, I was twelve years old when my mom was diagnosed with stage 3 triple-negative breast cancer.
I shaved her head myself.
Tears ran down both our faces, and I put on a fake smile to look brave for her. No twelve-year-old should have to fake that smile. No mom should have to see it.
My grade school principal told me her diagnosis was not my excuse to cry.
So I stopped crying and made a promise instead: nobody standing where I stood should ever feel that alone.
Three years later, in 2021, I made a flyer for a Spikeball tournament on our beach and posted it to my Instagram.
Then the whole town showed up.