Do strangers tell you things? Do you regularly make friends with strangers? Here are three stories about strangers I’ve met.
I went from living in what appeared to be the perfect neighborhood, in a great house, with the perfect little family, to having my entire life fall apart in a very public way. I got a whole lot better at being myself when perfection was no longer the goal. #100DaysOfStories
What happens when you fill an object with spite? It becomes filled with power.
It wasn’t about the couch as much as what the couch represented. I didn’t know what it would look like, but I knew what it would *feel* like. Freedom. Independence. Safety.
This is the story about how we ended up with an imaginary dog named Wrigley.
I am not a serial killer. But if I were, this would be the freezer I would use to store bodies until I could dispose of them without arousing suspicion.