Life is full of stories to tell. Sometimes I think about my stories like songs that I’ve learned throughout the years. Some stories are written in a minor key and sung slowly and methodically. Others are filled with major chords and are sung faster with much joy and anticipation. Some stories are so fabulously awkward…
Month: November 2015
The Cup
When I was younger, I was afraid that a giant strawberry might come into my room at night and attack me. I remember on one particular night screaming out about the strawberry. I mean, wouldn’t you?! My dad came in, blurry-eyed I’m sure, and he offered me a cup of water. I drank that water…