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You know petite means short, right? And it can be really frustrating to be short and shopping for clothing?

She divorced him, people shouldnt be asking her about this. She isn’t required to have an opinion on her ex -husbands criminal behavior. 

I attract “weird” people. I’ve been told this is because of my calm nature, and I can attest to this(calm nature)having worked with teens some who had mental health issues. They were attracted to me for better or worse. Teens with mental health diseases I can handle, weird adults no.

We are fortunate to live in an area where there are myriad parks and walking paths a close distance from our house. When my youngest was an infant, we made it a weekend tradition to take him and his older sister to the closest “Exertrail” every weekend so that my 2-year-old could run off all her energy. My youngest…

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I dunno about titles, we normally tell this as “that time Pete got abducted”

“Caller ID”
 
About twenty years ago I was part of a Buddhist community in New Haven Ct. It was fine for a short time, but ultimately disintegrated due to the Lama not being able to keep his dick in his pants. I stayed for about 3 years as a non resident, but some people lived at the center, did long retreats and took…

In 1992 I went out to dinner with a guy I had dated all through high school. We hadn’t stayed in touch in college, and it was the first time in a few years we’d gone out. I hadn’t been the best girlfriend in high school, and we had what seemed like a laugh about that. He said, “Honestly, I wouldn’t even consider you a…

I have a freakishly good long term memory when it comes to my early childhood. For instance, I can vividly remember the bedtime routine that my mother - who died when I was young - took me through each night. She would carry me on her hip, and we would go all throughout the house so that I could say goodnight to…

Okay – so this all happened when I was in college, between 2006 and 2010. I went to a women’s college that didn’t have dorms, but houses – buildings you usually stayed in for all four years. The houses were generally old (built in the 1800s), and mine in particular hadn’t been updated recently: the architecture was…

This story isn’t scary, and there are so many other stories on here that I doubt anyone will read it...but it IS true, I wanted to share it somewhere, and folks in my normal life would probably roll their eyes, so...

I grew up in the UK and must have been about 10 years old the morning my mother came into my room looking terrified after waking from a bad dream. In this dream she had been lying on her back in a field filled with flowers, screaming in pain, while a tall, dark man stood over her, telling her everything was going to…

At my Mom’s house, there is this shed that her father built a long time ago. We never really used it growing up, and it’s gone to waste really. My Mom just keeps gardening stuff in there now, and the lawnmower.
My sister and I were staying there at Christmas, and one night I had this really weird dream about the shed.…

When I was in college 1.0 for a theater degree as a costume tech, I lived with my roomie in a scuzzy apartment complex, but the building I lived in was a very happy little microcosm of nice folks. It was the single nicest community of people I’ve ever lived with, they are relevant and...this one’s long. Because…

Yay! My favourite time of year. I’ve been devouring these stories for the past five years, but this is my first time sharing one of my own. This happened to my mum, not to me, but I’ve heard it so many times I feel like I was there. My mum swears this is absolutely true. I should note she was devoutly Catholic at the…

One day I’m walking up to my apartment and notice a cinder block is sitting underneath one of my bedroom windows. I’m puzzled, how long has that been there? There’s a dumpster for our building’s trash at the end of the drive, and I think, maybe it accidentally ended up over next to my window when someone was trying to…

This is a tale from the 90's, that long ago time when land lines ruled king of communications. It was during this hypercolor era that I was left alone one evening on my family’s 120 acre plot of land in the Great Piney woods of East Texas. The house that we lived in was a bit ramshackle with the original shack my…

I will start this off by saying I do not believe in ghosts or spirits or the afterlife, but I experienced something a few years ago that spooked me to the core and still gives me the chills when I think about it today. I was living in an apartment in the Flatbush area and had been there for a few years with no issues…