My grandmother died of natural causes. Or as my family calls it murdered by the lord.

It was peace. Peace is when you would shake the hands of the people around you. And you knew peace was coming because the priest would say it five times rapid fire. He'd go, “My peace I leave, my peace I give to you. While we ate Reese's Pieces with the Lord. And I have a piece of lint in my peaceful eye"!

I always wanted to do a B&E. Not bacon and eggs. Although I could always go for bacon and eggs. I'm talking about breaking in and entering.

There was a girl I loved in high school - but never spoke to. Cut to my five-year reunion: I'm an entirely different person.

You know your gut instincts are spot on about a person when you can also detect a water source in the soil beneath them.

My mom and dad passed away from cancer. Within nine months, I lost both of my folks. Immediately after that, I had a horrible betrayal where my brother, who worked for me, stole a lot of my money. He's in jail now.

I'm curious by individuals that embrace half a story so they can justify how incomplete they feel about their own self worth.