I find many beloved children’s stories disturbing. This one tells us that kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome and bestiality are all just fine, as long as the girl finds love in the end.

In happier news, a woman who was born prior to women being allowed to vote just cast her ballot for Hillary Clinton. It’s pretty incredible to think all that this woman has seen in her lifetime and that she is alive today to not only vote but for the first female presidential candidate.

1. Because the FBI is part of the Executive Branch.

I don’t know about “google,” but I’m a lawyer and I can make a good case the FBI director falls well within those intended by the Hatch Act.

Here’s some from my office carving party:

I really wanted to be a Wiccan when I was a teenager. I still have the books I bought. But ultimately I lack the drive to truly practice any religion.

I’ve never posted, so this might live in the greys forever. But!

My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.

This just happened, on the 1st of this month.

I was napping in our guest room one Monday morning when I woke up to hearing someone running up and down the stairs, and the swishing of track pants. ‘Give me five minutes Daniel,’ I said, assuming it was my son. Then I sat up with a start - it was Monday. My son was in school. The footsteps and swishing continued. I…

I know I’m late to the party, but here is a truly scary story - you might say it was a matter of life and death.

Here’s a fresh one from summer 2016.

Okay, so this is the first real life thing to freak me out in a long time. Here it goes.

When I was about twelve, I went snooping through a closet and found photos of a little girl that looked like me, but seemed to have been taken a good 10 years earlier. I took the box to my mom, who told me that we would talk about it later, and to go outside to play. When I brought the pictures up later, she denied I…

I have three, all having to do with the house I grew up in.

Once, when I was in high school, a bunch of girlfriends and I decided to play Ouija during a sleepover. My friends were an odd mix - social outcasts who banded together over being the weirdos. So we had the stoner punk girl, the nice and quiet religious girl, the slacker girl, the goth girl, the two twins whose mom…

I’ve only told this story to my closest friends. I haven’t even confided in my sister (for fear of the obvious shame). Please buckle in because this tale needs to be told in length.

Yes, I have been waiting for this! I’ve always been away before, but this time I am ready, though I’m in the grays. Oh well.

The very first house that I bought was haunted...by a cat. I knew the previous owner has a cat because there was a cat door cut into the utility door and when I was cleaning before moving in, there was cat hair all over the carpet.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! I have many paranormal stories but here’s one.