bless you for this, new best friend.

When I was a kid there were times we lived on oats and bread. I remember pretending the bread was pizza. For a big treat sometimes we had raisins or store bought pound cake with strawberry yogurt as “frosting”. Worse than the going hungry, though, is how we’re made to feel ashamed every time we go to the food bank or…

I tend to say that in the majority of human history, the poor were just literally starved to death. Whereas now, we have unhealthy, cheap, subsidized food where the poor are killed by diabetes or heart disease instead. And then blamed for it.

The House on Mango Street is ostensibly a YA novel (or a YA collection of inter-related short stories, I suppose) that I think should be assigned at a university level. But I do think something like that is more of the exception than the rule.

I open chip bags with scissors. I hate when they rip open weirdly and this prevents that!

The impromptu red carpet interview was created by Joan Rivers, who had vast knowledge of the celebrities she encountered and her unique laser sharp comedic skill to make even the most banal interview fun. But Joan also had a lifelong sense of fashion and style; remember, she coined the phrase, “who are you wearing?” -…

Karma has already blessed me with an abundance of misfit animals that have found us over the years...our cup/backyard runneth over.

Oh if you irritate me or I think you will at some point irritate me, you’d better believe you are getting a merciless thrashing in my head when I get home. MERCILESS.

I want to preface this by saying that in pretty much all ways I am a normal and engaging person in outward appearance. I’m an Ivy League grad and successful lawyer in a big city. I’m a published author. I have a lot of great friends, a very active social life, and have dated many accomplished and beautiful women (some…

Now that I’m an elder, I generally recognize that I am a Morning Person. I prefer it, so much so that I like to be up before sunrise just to feel like I’m not getting a late start on the day. Naturally this means that my apartment is still dark when I get up.

With you, only I pre-argue hypothetical future arguments that generally never happen because I end up trying to “understand people” and “be empathetic” and “avoid conflict” and shit.

I smile a lot alone and generally feel euphoric. I sing and dance and talk to my dog like she's my actual child and suddenly I'll realize I've been smiling ear-to-ear for two hours straight. I'm usually too worried to smile when I'm around other people.

Alternatively, a simple answer to all of the above:
I’ve been sitting in that uncomfortable seat for hours and my legs/knees stretching.

This is horrifying, but not surprising. Stories of sexual assault in the yoga world are sadly really common. I’ve taken a few yoga teacher trainings, and in any real training you talk A LOT about the proper way to do adjustments (and should you even do them at all!?), consent, making sure you’re not doing anything…

Fitting, and absolutely true:

You know how in horror films, the hero saves the day by exposing the vampire to sunlight and causing them to combust? What if I told you that in Scotland we have a vampire so powerful that she cannot be defeated by sunlight, or stakes through the heart or chucking your 99p “gold” crucifix at her? Meet the Baobhan…

One particular demon that are unique to Scotland are the Blue Men of the Minch. No, they’re not some over-exposed performance group, but rather creatures that appears human but are, well, blue in colour. They’re also known as na fir ghorma (literally The Blue Men), and are known to be a tad ferocious - one thing…

Children are expected to be awful sometimes, because they haven’t learned how to suck it up and control their behavior, and are too young to be able to have a handle on it yet. Grown men, on the other hand...

I posted for the first time in the Scary Story contest, but I have a great story for this one too.