This will probably be almost totally lost in the greys, but maybe that’s okay...

Killed that (mockingbird).

This time of year always reminds me of an incident that happened with the neighborhood children years ago. In our neighborhood there was a family that mostly kept to themselves. They had a handicapped son that stayed home and would probably now be recognized as being on the autism spectrum. But long ago, people…

Years ago I was in the Richmond district in San Francisco near Golden Gate Park and Park Presidio. It was actually a nice and clear day out, and I was visiting my boyfriends Mom. It was a regular afternoon like any other. I entered the stucco doors and his Mom buzzed us in through the front gate. It was sunny and the…

In my early twenties, I had a job in the national security bureaucracy where we dealt with a bunch of classified stuff, which meant that there was no ability to work remotely. For the year+ that I did the job, I generally got to the office early in the morning and left around midnight, six or seven days a week. It was…

My husband worked maintenance for a company that rented out apartments and houses, and and about 3 years ago he was due to do work on a house that the company had just acquired. He’d seen it on his own already (well, with people from the company),but he told me it was the creepiest place he’d ever seen. I wanted to…

Also, I’m a little peeved I missed the first-date thread because I went on the worst first date ever: he took me to see Ernest Goes To Jail.

During one party, some gang members tried to start trouble with us. If I remember right, they were looking for some guy from a rival gang or something. So as I mention often around here, my family is quite large. Imagine a clown car, but instead of a dozen or so clowns in a car this stream of about a hundred tough…

The last time I drank tequila was in 1996. My BFF/roommate and I went to a party at a friend’s apartment. BFF was going to tell a boy she was in love with him, not knowing that he had chosen that occasion to announce his super-gayness. Whoops!

When I was about 12 years old, my dad took my brother and me to Vegas for a weekend one summer for some inexplicable reason (male bonding?), even though I was too young (and already too gay) for strippers and couldn’t gamble. My brother was older, so he and my dad spent the day gambling at Caesar’s Palace (where we…

I love these every year and never had anything creepy happen to me spiritually. I’m pretty open about those things, I feel spirits sometimes, but they leave me alone.

Did we ever get an explanation of what happened there? Did they start this as a scam? Or did they start it with good intentions but rich people don’t know shit about planning large scale events? Or it didn’t occur to them to hire companies that specialize in pulling off these kinds of events??

I posted this back in 2016 - I missed the cutoff, but I threw it into the comments. Here again to try for real!

I had a very real imaginary friend when I was little. To this day, I can still see my very serious 6 year old self announcing at the dinner table that she had moved to a small town about 10 miles from where we lived. I never saw or spoke to her again, and it kind of became a part of the family lore....my siblings…

This is my first time posting a story - how do you get out of “pending”

Here is an experience that happened to me that still creeps me out. It happened a few years ago when I moved into my first “adult” home, a townhome that I was able to buy in a busy area of my neighborhood. The address ended in a 13 which my friends and new neighbors joked was a bad omen.

My mother grew up in Louisiana; Kenner, to be exact, and although she moved to Georgia after her mother died, almost all of her extended family were in Louisiana. My great-grandmother lived in this tiny little house in this tiny little town called St. Francisville, where she had worked giving plantation tours in her…

my take away: time is the biggest currency.

About a year ago, I was dealing with the very tragic loss of my parents and distracting myself with Netflix and Tinder. Matched with a guy who had a shirtless mirror selfie - usually a hard pass for me, but he seemed sweet so I talked to him. I had hurt my back and was home in bed for 4-5 days and he said he was home…

When my husband and I got engaged, I was living with a roommate. To save money for the wedding, rather than re-upping my lease, I moved back into my childhood home. This meant my parents and grandparents (who lived there) were always keeping an eye out to be sure we weren’t fornicating.

So, being creative, young…