Yesterday I was approached by someone wanting to strike up a conversation. Normally I’m quite equipped to communicate with strangers, but this time something was wrong. It was clear from the dense smell in the air that he brought a foul stench with him to the conversation. That’s right. He cut some seriously aged cheese…
I used to be an extreme people pleaser–I had to know that people liked me. That condition held strong until my 10th grade year. My family moved to a new city–and me to a new school. This small school didn’t see many new faces. Within weeks I become the face of hatred to many of…
“Which goes on first? My underwear or jeans?” This was my dilemma as a 5-year-old. One morning, due to temporary amnesia or my own naivety, I couldn’t remember the proper apparel order. I was planning to wear my favorite, Superman underwear that day. It was going to be a great day…if only I could remember…