Sarah
After I explained what I was doing at 2am on the computer, my husband reminded me that it's not normal to email a dead person on a regular basis.
After I explained what I was doing at 2am on the computer, my husband reminded me that it's not normal to email a dead person on a regular basis.
After years of teasing my brother about being gay when he wasn't, we were all surprised when he came home with a steady boyfriend.
The look on her face was priceless when I bought whipped cream and a pregnancy test at the same time.
I once gave a report for my writing class in which I explained how Alanis Morrissette's song Ironic used Irony incorrectly as a way of explaining irony, which I thought was in itself ironic.
Her mom was the one who died and she asked me if I was okay.
My great-grandmother said hello to her long dead sister, smiled, and closed her eyes
I was surprised that the book of negatives were old pics of Mom & Dad frolicking naked.
He lost his millions and rots in an Alaskan prison, but he still thinks what he did to me was right.
No one believes me when I tell them my boyfriend's mom broke her foot playing solitaire, even though its completely true.
At the age of eight, I learned the valuable lesson of not looking into a tube of super glue as you squeeze it.
I thought I needed to take my SAT again to improve my math score, but it turns out that I just added the scores incorrectly the first time.
I heard a sharp cry and opened the door to see a Rottweiler cowering in the corner and my five pound cat standing triumphant.
She looked down at me where I knelt before her, engagement ring in hand, and replied, "Oh, don't ask me now, I've been such a bitch."
In much the same way a matchmaking mother might say, "He's a nice Jewish boy, and he's a doctor," I said, "He's an atheist, and he juggles!"
I was writing a poem about death when my health class learned that writing poetry about death is a sign of someone being suicidal.
When I came out to my dad, he was majorly pissed that I had found a loophole in the "No boys 'till you're 27" rule.
When I was on my under-twelve soccer team, I was standing in the back row for the team picture and my coach grabbed my butt right when the photo was taken.
The hunger, the disease, and the red light district in the streets of Bangkok, were nothing compared to the time I saw a three-year-old boy strangle a small dog on the ground as his parents laughed.
Nothing will change your daily routine faster than moving into a volunteer commune with 300 people and 3 outdoor, unheated showers.
After suffering for the first twenty-two years of my life, my bunion free feet can finally fit into girly heels but the scar tissue in my joints makes it impossible for them to bend that way.
Today, I looked at my body and wished for the body I had two years ago, back when this was the body I wanted.
I broke the toilet seat cover on an airplane because I was trying to flush by pushing the handle down with my foot and my foot slipped, came down on the cover, shattering its hinges.
After getting slapped, cussed out and chased by a prostitute, I realized they really really don't like their picture being taken no matter how sneaky you try to be.
Today, our 2 week old daughter's onesie said "Will you marry my daddy?"
I am ashamed that it took my daughter writing "therapy" on her birthday wishlist for me to realize that she needed help.
Three years ago he was my fiance and today he was found naked, bloody, and alone in his apartment two weeks after anyone had seen him and who knows how many days after his death.