This 1000%. I was so unprepared for the possibility that breast feeding ... just might not work. My baby wasn’t getting anything from me, and was a fussy hungry mess losing ounces daily, only for lactation consultants to tell us to just keep trying. It was agonizing and hey, the milk never came. My breast feeding…

I think knowledge is power, on the other hand, I feel like I’ve had to talk people off the ledge. Like they’re pregnant and all they’ve heard are horror stories, so when I tell them about my two relatively uncomplicated/easy pregnancies and births they look shocked. I think the issue is not to be naive. Pregnant…

This is the kind of stuff I wish would be published here more often.

I’ve got emails that are old enough to drink.  Who deletes emails?

“Because I had three kids. I worked up until the second they were born.”

Yeah, it was slim pickings for sure, more so than it has been in recent years. Thousands of stories used to be submitted. Thousands. We just scarcely cracked five hundred and some of those were comments on the actual stories themselves.

“Really? I would never. I could never do that. Especially knowing we’re trying to have a kid. Just...just abort mission because they’re gonna have some challenges and we’re gonna have some challenges? I’m mentally tough enough to handle whatever challenge that may present.”

That scariest thing of all is the decision to make this sacred annual treat into a freakin’ slideshow.

One time I wanted to read the spooky stories contest on a popular website but the editors chose to format it as a slide show for some reason and it was so scary I left.

Screw Chick-fil-A, I want to work for this mythical company:

So, I know this one isn’t a big deal, but I haven’t liked writing / revisiting it, and am kinda glad I’m posting super late so maybe it won’t really get seen and I won’t get in trouble with who/whatever was in that fucking house.

yes! I too miss the stories where something actually happened. The stories about the town creepers / home invasions / people living in the walls / watchers are noticeably absent this year and very much missed.

To me it’s a grower that’s actively growing on me, BUT it does temporarily get bogged down in the middle. The problem, I think, is with the sequencing of “Snow on the Beach.” That track is genuinely a fucking trudge, and it makes the somewhat samey sounding (but far superior) subsequent tracks (“You’re On Your Own,…

My husband bought me a dachshund puppy, a few months before we got married, and he was my best friend. Walt was the sweetest, most loyal and precious dog. He was my constant shadow and my sidekick. When we brought our daughters home, I never did a late-night feed alone, he was always curled at my feet. He doted on the…

I posted late sometime in one of the Halloweens of the pandemic blur but was inspired to post again because it feels like there aren’t as many this year? Getting the creeps already thinking about this.

That is terrifying.

My brother died suddenly at the beginning of summer. He had recently remarried, and after the funeral, which took place on a beautifully sunny day that he would have loved, his widow held a gathering for family and friends. Her brother and his wife, whom I had only met briefly twice, were present. The sister-in-law is…

We moved into a new to us house 6 months ago. There are 2 large bedrooms upstairs, and 2 small bedrooms on the main floor. My husband and I take one of the upstairs bedrooms and our 2 year old daughter is in the other. Since moving in, she’s been a bad sleeper - up several times during the night, sometimes crying,…

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