This story kicked me in the gut. My mother was an alcoholic, and I struggled with opiate addiction for years. Addiction isn’t a lifestyle you choose. Sobriety isn’t easy, nor is it a wagon to which you strap yourself. Functional addicts are the most at risk because, until they crash and burn, no one has any idea of…

“Yeah, Republican men telling women, including fellow conservative women, to sit down and shut up has been another theme in this election since forever.”

Yeah, Republican men telling women, including fellow conservative women, to sit down and shut up has been another theme in this election.

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I went to grad school with this really self-centered and manipulative woman who got married during the course of the program. How and why her very nice husband put up with her was a frequent topic of conversation in our cohort. She used to regularly offer me unsolicited (and completely crazy) relationship advice which…

I’m sorry about your grandma. I’m a sad pile of sad today and just reading that busted the dam. Tears in my ears crying. Grandmas can really be the best (met one today!) and that just sucks.

If getting dumped wasn’t bad enough, the emails back and forth about what went wrong were brutal, and only started because he wanted to stay friends but was all...boyfriendy about it.

I hated school by senior year in high school, and my best friend had an afternoon work study job in town, so I often got “sick” at lunch and rode home with her. But the principal started just sending me to the nurse’s office, so I upped the ante and began telling him that I had suddenly started my period and had to go…

Back in 1971 when I was in 8th grade, I told my parents I was going to an Alice Cooper concert with a friend. When queried about the artist, I responded that “Alice did mellow folk music, like Judy Collins.” The next day, there on the front page of the Houston Post, was a pic of Alice in full makeup, shirtless,…

TISH!

No one will wade through 1500+ comments to read this, but I’ll share anyway. Mr. Level, the Level kids and I moved into a new-to-us home about 3 years ago. We purchased the house from a completely lovely couple, whom I’ll call Sam and Janice. This house is just a rambling sprawl; nearly every square inch of basement…

That would have scarred me for a long, long time.

This happened to a friend of a friend earlier this summer (as told by my friend). I’ll call her friend Jane. Jane is a nurse who works a specific shift at a local hospital and keeps a really consistent schedule. She gets up at 5am, takes a shower, and then heads off to work. Jane lives in a bungalow a block away…

Let me start off by saying that I don’t really believe in ghosts or an afterlife, or anything really. I’m a skeptic and believe in the big bang. But anyway, as an adult, my mom told me a story that when I was 3/4, I was walking through our home’s hallway and I was staring at something. I asked: “Mommy. Who is THAT?”…

I don’t have a scary story, I do however have a very freaky photo that I took on a trip to Myanmar (Burma) last year...It was taken in the Shwedagon Temple complex in Yangon, and I swear I saw nothing until I got home and uploaded it onto my computer. Of course the explaination can be that it’s just someone looking…

I was probably eight years old or so, when I went with my grandmother to visit one of her very good friends. She was a lovely, kind women. She lived in a cozy, tidy little house. As my grandmother visited with her friend, I wandered around and played by myself until they were done with there visit. I remember there…

When I was 30, I decided it was time for me to take my first road trip across the United States. I was young, fearless, and eager to see as much as I could. At the time I was seeing a guy who wanted to travel the first few weeks with me, and then split off when we got to New Orleans at Jazz Fest. My plan was to…

My niece sometimes points at the ceiling and calls out “Grandma!”. My sister has noticed her speaking at someone named Lynda in her bedroom.

I’ve been reading these stories for a few years now, and I thought I should finally write about what happened. About the cold woman.

This story is from my mother’s side of the family. Everyone who lived through it has a story.