When I was six I tried to flush my stuffed animal cat down the toilet. Her name was Boots, and she was all black except for her white paws (hence the very creative name); she’d been my absolute favorite until she’d disappeared for three months. ...
At this point you might be sick of hearing about my days on the basketball court (ok, 50/50 on the court and the bench), but I’ve got one more tragic ...
A few months ago I took up running, which, if you don’t know me, might not sound all that exciting. If you do, it might sound like the first sign of ...
