I fucking love the idea of using Socratic Questioning in the style of cognitive-behavior therapy in sexting. I’m just gonna ask you questions until you reach the conclusion I’d like you to reach; it’s much more salient if you’re able to get there on your own.

When I was in college I bartended at burger restaurant.

This story is amazing.

My mom is a transplanted Midwestern lady living in a small island town in south Texas. There are a lot of great stories I could tell about her (she was briefly Mormon because the only church within walking distance of her family’s farm was a Mormon temple and then she got a scholarship to BYU and, as she likes to tell…

So my mom died when I was 6 from cancer. At my kindergarten “graduation” I was getting a special citizenship award and was really excited about it. The evening of the ceremony, I remeber my mom laying on the couch obviously in a ton of pain. I, being 6, was oblivious and demanded she get ready for my graduation. She…

I would have to say the best story about my mom would be the time she came into my high school at the time and yelled not only at my principal but also my algebra teacher because I was kicked out of my algebra class even though I was the main caretaker of my mom who had just been in a motorcycle accident. She came in…

I was trying to think of a best, but I couldn’t, so I’m just going with badass-est.

My mom is awesome. She moved to Ohio from Puerto Rico with her husband and three-year-old daughter to get her Ph.D. She was away from everyone she knew, and didn’t really know English. She worked full time on top of school, and raised two daughters (second daughter born two years after arriving to Ohio), and put up…

After a particularly horrific breakup my mother was my rock. We were very close. One afternoon my emotionally abusive ex was a lunch with a date. I wasn’t at the restaurant but my mother and her friends were.

Starred for the twist and use of multimedia.

You’re not wrong about my racial/economic profile, and I acknowledge it’s definitely played a part, although in many of the interactions I’ve had with police, the latter at least wouldn’t have been immediately clear to them. But that’s also why I specifically avoided suggesting my personal anecdotes represented any…

Texas, TBQH.

Back in the days of front bench seats they were referred to as "necker's knobs".

Ew. That’s disgusting. I would cut someone for trying to make my child do that.

Shame-ghazi!

You’re correct, but in a really, really unnecessary kind of way.

It may not be a “thing” in the sense of being a thing that happens frequently or even semi-frequently, but it is clearly a thing that happened to Leeza Pearson and her daughter.

This same thing happened very recently to my father-in-law. His wife of 47 years passed from dementia and within 2 weeks of her passing he was seriously dating someone and and in 2 more months he had moved her in. It threw all of us for a loop, how quick it all was.

Center City. Haha. Uh oh...

Bitchenette?