Ever miss your imaginary childhood friend that rascally striped pony Mr Pickles?

Well, on this selected shorts,

join me, Meg Walitzer, for stories about

imaginary friends for adults.

Get ready for playtime with unicorns,

magical cockroaches, and iPhones that talk back way too much.

You're listening to selected shorts, where our greatest actors transport us through the magic of fiction one short story at a time.

Making new friends is hard as an adult.

Outside of work friends or those people with whom Making new friends is hard as an adult.

Outside of work friends or those people with whom you might share a common interest,

like stocks or chickens or making chicken stocks,

how do you actually find them?

It'd be nice to imagine that they might just appear one day.

Like those imaginary friends we had when we were kids, just poof,

loyal companions that materialized at the exact moment we felt lonely or upset.

Back then, maybe they'd provide moral support when we had to eat all the vegetables on our

plates, including that weird white broccoli thing.

I guess I mean cauliflower.

Now, well, we'd probably need them to appear every time we look at Twitter.

I once had an imaginary friend.

She was a grown woman who was apparently the cousin of our family Dachshund, Max, and her name was Amber.

It was spelled like the word Amber, which I had only seen in print but had never heard pronounced. I don't know which aspect of that

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