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USA250 Journal Project
Personal Chronicle: July 4, 2025 – July 5, 2026
A gift for reflection. A record of now. A story for what’s next.
🇺🇸 USA250: Three Women, Three Windows
Published: June 12, 2025
🪟 Why We’re Here
Some stories enter like thunder.
Others arrive as windows—quietly opened, letting light in.
Today, three American women begin their journaling journey.
They are different in age, place, and privilege.
But each of them is standing at a threshold, holding a question, and offering us a view into the world as they know it.
This is the heartbeat of USA250:
One country. Many voices.
Windows, not mirrors.
Perspective, not perfection.
✍️ Annie Sullivan – Portland, Oregon
Age 22. Artist. Waitress. Ghost by choice.
I’m the girl who dropped out, moved back, swallowed her dreams and called it “being realistic.”
I live in a rented room with thrift-store curtains and a drawer full of bills.I started a comic called Ghost Diner just to survive the silence between shifts.
It’s about a waitress who serves ghosts and forgets she’s one of them.It’s the first thing I’ve made that people care about.
Someone left a comment that just said, “I feel seen.”What has life taught me?
That art can live inside the cracks.
That surviving is an act of rebellion.
And that sometimes, staying soft is the revolution.
🕯 Read Annie’s full story →
✍️ Tasha Bellamy – Atlanta, Georgia
Age 38. Home healthcare aide. Daughter. Mama. Keeper of everything.
Today started at 4:47 a.m.
Mama was up again, standing in the hallway, whispering to someone who wasn’t there.I worked a double shift with two new patients. Came home to a broken toilet, a half casserole, and Ava crying in the backyard.
Some days I feel like a string holding everything together.
I carry three generations in this house.
I hold every appointment, every grocery run, every bedtime prayer.I am exhausted.
I am necessary.
I am not disposable.But tonight, after everyone went to bed, I sat on the porch.
I listened to the cicadas.
I cried into my tea.And I wrote this.
Because even if no one ever reads it…
I was here.
I am here.
I am still holding it together.
🕯 Read Tasha’s full story →
✍️ Vivian Langford – Greenwich, Connecticut
Age 52. Philanthropist. Wife. Mother. Woman of a certain silence.
My name opens doors.
But lately, I’ve been hearing the cracks.My children ask how I can stay calm when the world is trembling.
My husband believes we’re buffered. I’m not so sure.I’ve spent decades writing checks and attending fundraisers.
Now I wonder what would happen if I listened more and hosted less.I love my family. I love my home.
But I’m starting to feel like a guest in a version of America that’s already slipping away.This journal is not for optics.
It’s for honesty.And honestly?
I don’t want my children to inherit my silence.
🕯 Read Vivian’s full story →
