Some things are better left to the imagination — When I first joined Medium, I was pleasantly surprised by the camaraderie and friendships that developed through engaging with other writers. We’ve laughed together. Clapped for each other. And even share some insider Medium friend jokes. It’s great to have an internet friend like you @(yourhandlehere). …

And I really needed a shopping cart — There’s no worse feeling than forgetting the quarter that unlocks the Aldi shopping cart. Literally none, so stop trying to tell me how upset you were when you hit that squirrel with your car, Francesca. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you’re either rich or don’t have a…

But I’ve learned to accept sharing my husband with my sister wives. — Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I figured I would come clean about my unique situation. I am my husband’s first of three wives in our polygamous relationship. When I dreamed of meeting my prince charming as a little girl, I never imagined it would mean sharing him with two other women…

They weren’t green enough for her — I waited anxiously for its arrival for weeks, checking the mailbox fifty times a day and borderline-stalking the mail carrier. When it came, I ripped the envelope hungrily and devoured its contents right there in my parents' driveway. I knew this letter had the power to alter the course of…

Remembering our “not a pet” German shepherd — When tragedy strikes in my life, my typical response is similar to that of an injured animal. I retreat to a quiet place, nurse my wounds in private, then resurface when I feel somewhat healed. I’ve tried with this one, really, I have. But I’m afraid the only way to…

Don’t worry, I put a stop to it — Shortly before the beginning of my freshman year of college, I broke up with my high school sweetheart. I wanted to allow myself the whole “college experience” without being tied down. Thanks to a new social media website called “The Facebook” I knew there were a lot of cute guys…

I don’t plan on telling him — “Kendra, I have something I need to ask you.” Shitshitshit. Don’t get down on one knee. Don’t get down on one knee. Shit, he’s down on one knee. As the four-word question spilled from John’s mouth, I imagined myself kicking him in the crotch with each syllable. “Get up, you’re…

After weeks of pain, I feel stronger physically and mentally — Having an intense headache for multiple weeks does something to a person. Every time I had to pry my eyes open with my fingers because they’d glued themselves shut from pain, I wondered how people with chronic illnesses cope. Just knowing my extreme discomfort had to eventually end brought me…

And my beloved dog, apparently — I took my daughters to the zoo yesterday— something I would have never done if my husband wasn’t across the country for work. He can’t step foot in a zoo. He thinks they are cruel. …