Here we have a well-written collection of short stories. The writing flows nicely. There are no glaring errors in spelling, punctuation, or other conventions that cause reviewers to gripe.
Revenge is the theme in a couple of of the stories, coming to terms with self is another, and I get the feeling that several stories were cathartic for the author.
The one I liked the best had shades of Ray Bradbury - lightening strikes and electrical buzzes that seemed to have intelligence and purpose, though the main characters were unable to puzzle out the why.
Some people will LOVE the journeys into self understanding. Some people will enjoy the descriptive musings of maturing women who have come to accept themselves as they are. Perhaps I'm shallow. I wasn't that thrilled with them, and not because I'm too young to muse or have journeys into self understanding. I simply prefer a different kind of story by a different kind of author: Shirley Jackson, Heinlein, Bradbury, Elizabeth Peters, Gail Carriger, Doyle, or even Christie.