A friend sent me this book when my mom passed. I’ve since passed it on to a few others who have lost parents. It was a pretty big help for me at the time. Maybe it has some answers or comfort for you too.

This is not intended to even enter into competition. Just a vent. We held my mother’s “service” in the chapel of the hospital in which she passed. I had to have my dad admitted to the same hospital during my mother’s passing days because he was unable to care for himself. She was 66 and he was 64 at the time.

I was thinking of that joke too, but you put just enough of a spin on it for me to classify it as a separate joke.

i read your comment v. quickly as, “that is the most anglophile sweater I’ve ever seen! I bet it watched Frasier!” At first I thought that would have been funnier, but on second thought, makes little sense. This has all been an involved way to say, 1) I have poor reading skills; and 2) good joke.

Hi, fellow Ranger. Sorry for your loss. I didn’t know her personally.

Where was Geoffrey Owens when this went down? Has Tiger Woods provided comment?

as in that dude was barely holding onto that baby.

I don’t have an emergency contact and have joked (mostly to myself because … you know … no one else is around) that I should list my most frequent delivery driver. Obviously this shows that was the right idea. I should let them know I’m okay today. Wouldn’t want them to worry. Also I’m hungry.

I say, yes, send her a Mother’s Day card, but add your own personal note. I think she wants to be remembered as a mother. This is an unrelated example, for the most part, but I now often recognize my best friend’s mother as my mother on Mothers’ Day and other events since mine passed. Your partner’s mother didn’t stop…

That’s the way I’ve always rolled. I don’t know how to write something in more than one sitting. It keeps my thoughts clear. If I could just give myself a few hours for editing, I’d be golden.

I’m in a professional masters program too and am finding that I stress about it way more than a) anyone else in the program does; and b) maybe even my professors expect me to? I just got a “final” back for one class that was worth 40% of the grade. I submitted it six hours late and replete with grammatical mistakes…

YAAAS. I actually do “Treat Yo’Self” weekend now on the anniversary. No lie. And I’m watching Parks and Rec right now! I just watched Joe and Donna’s wedding again and my mom’s name was Donna, so the “Oh, Donna” song bit just got me.

When my mom passed pretty suddenly three years ago I made the hard choice to add, “in lieu of flowers, please consider the needs of the family” to the obit. I still wonder whether that was uncouth, but we needed it. I only managed to be able to afford cremation and a modest service with the largesse of the firm I…

I don’t consider CT as my type (nor would I be his type and I spent too long yesterday trying to find a movie on netflix or download with the weirdly specific type i’ve developed), but HEEEYYY! This is a great little gif that I can make myself believe.

I don’t work in sales, nor have I worked with sales positions a lot, but I’ve done a lot of work where salaries need to be determined or analyzed against prevailing wages. There are probably compensation surveys out there that will tell you how comparable positions in your city (or nation-wide if you are in a…

Uninteresting and ultimately unrelated story about my youth: In 3rd grade I was a generic 'vampress' and my mom made me a cute little asymmetric outfit kind of modeled on Elvira (who, for some reason, I knew well) but more modest. I wore a shaggy wig and white face paint and it was a cool costume.

I was celebrating my birthday at Spike Hill in Williamsburg a few years ago and Ed Westwick was there. Didn't interact with him directly, but a friend of his who was clearly very British was sort of hitting on my friend and me and insisting he was from Michigan, had no accent, what the hell were we talking about he…

Or anything G.G. Allin ever did …

I've read a whole lot of the replies below and I'm pretty much reduced to the thought below (forgive me if it's been posted - I didn't see it):

I once caught my friend's vom in my hands in the back of an NYC cab … as an instinct … not because I was worried about having to clean it up. Moments later the cab got in a fender bender, we dis-embarked (free ride, bitches,) I wiped my hands on my jeans, and we went on our merry way. Yeah, I was a bit 'merry,' but…