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I have to stick up for the Shitbit! I run and use it to measure distance, but primarily bought it to track sleep. I track my sleep because 2 yrs ago I assumed guardianship of my disabled sister in law who gets up about every 2 hours. As the mother of 4, I was cut out for the job, but I really wanted to know when to

Sorry, “eat the cake Anna Mae” did it for me. I really want to love her.

I am very sensitive to this issue because of my own experiences. However, to compare Bowie to Cosby seems so unfair. What Bowie did was wrong and disgusting, regardless of Lori’s position today. Should he forever be judged by the actions of his past? I kind of think/hope that he had some self reflection. I mean, the

Ugg. I am so reluctant to reply to this. Sometimes I work with a young 12 yr old boy who was the victim of abuse, both sexual and physical. I work with him because he was taken out of the school system. He couldn’t be in the same building, class, etc., as his victim. He went from just being a victim to a perpetrator

Wow. I’m reading all these replies and there are so many people out there who deal in absolutes. When I hear a person use the words “I always” or “I would never,” I typically stop listening. I think those phrases make us feel more in control when the chaos of this world offers up something really shitty. The father,

I am not a Celine Dion fan. I prefer Amy Winehouse by far, but I can’t help myself in defending her. She is doing a live show. She is performing on New Year’s. It is probably the last New Year with her(creepy) beloved, but HER beloved. She has three children and they are losing their father. She has a teenager at home

It was the 80’s. Also, it was a pretty lax 7-eleven. I often bundled up my black cat in a baby blanket and shopped around the store trying to pull it off as my own. I was eight, I rode a bike, but I was certain I could fool the clerks into thinking I was a new mother. No one ever questioned me. No one even ever asked

I believed everything my father told me. He often sent me to the corner 7-eleven on my bike to buy his cigarettes and a gallon of milk. I was no dummy and understood the importance of the right cigarette brand at the ripe age of 8. On the other hand, blue was my favorite color and I came home a few times with the blue