This Would’ve Been a Story

I’ve never been one to post countless stories about myself. Some people are better at it and have more confidence in sharing every detail of their lives. I never felt comfortable about posting every single thing because 1) I’m pretty boring and 2) I’m sure people don’t care about my mundane activities.

But I used to share everything with my grandma. Many times she would ask me to tell her a story about my adventures with the kiddies at work or what cute thing my cat did. I would try to enact the entire story in a loud clear voice for her. And when she laughed, I did an internal victory dance. I loved making her laugh.

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Lover of Words

When I was a kid, I opened a fortune cookie that had the most uplifting message for me: “You are a lover of words and will someday write a book.” I wish I wrote the date on it, but that little scrap of paper is pinned to my bulletin board to this day. A mantra in tiny red letters.

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