Stories are snapshots of life, and just like everyone else, I had plenty of stories to tell. Some of these stories are true and some are completely fiction. Either way, they are sure to strike a chord somewhere in you. Every day, I would come home and read a story or poem or multiples of each to my grandmother. She was the one person I could count on to listen to my writings. Some of these, she has heard, others though, she never got a chance to hear before her tragic death in 2003. This book is for her.