When I was 23, a really kind stranger bought my coffee in a gas station and said,
“You’ll never see me again, and you don’t owe me anything.”
Those words inspired to perform random acts of kindness whenever I could, and I started this blog to chronicle all the seemingly insignificant “stranger” conversations that stuck with me.
For a while, I wrote about those short, unplanned, life-changing encounters, but then the blog kind of morphed into weekly updates to share with friends and family while we lived in Florida, and then, years later, it became an infrequent chronicle of my experience navigating traumatic grief.
Mostly Words That Changed Me is a thing I won’t let go of. It’s sort of three or four different blogs sprouting off in different directions: strangers, travel, grief. It’s unpredictable, but I’ll always come back.