Mine was probably the most cliche. My wife had accidentally sent me the email she meant for the other guy. For the first time I understood what it meant when people say, "that it felt like all the air was sucked out of the room." It felt exactly like that. What a horrible day that was. Two years later and that…

I had this boyfriend who lived about an hour from me, and we were pretty serious. Like, I had asked my job to transfer me to the office in his city and we were planning to move in together. Two weeks before the transfer, I see all these pictures of him and some other girl on his myspace (yeah, seriously). No actual…

I smuggled in a bottle of brandy and McDonald's happy meals to an elderly woman in rehab* that was my mother's roommate for a few months. Her family treated her like an infant and wouldn't let her do anything. They had the nursing staff monitoring her like crazy. She wasn't allowed to even try to go home on her own…

Finally!!! I worked in a nursing home in the 90's and I became possessed by the idea that the residents needed a bar, a fireplace, endless chocolate chip cookies, and a VCR with porno. People who are in their last weeks or months shouldn't be warehoused in a sterile box! Let them LIVE.

That sounds so much better than the treatment most people get. When my grandma was dying of terminal cancer back in the late 90's she had to beg to go home just to spend her last days with family in a comfortable setting. It was heartbreaking to see how much she had to fight to even be released from the hospital even…

I know it's a serious article about dying patients, but I'll be damned if this wasn't the first thing that popped into my head...

A friend's mom spent her last months in a hospice in Sweden. They offered beer with meals and she had wine and booze in her room. There was a balcony for smokers and if the patients couldn't walk, the nurses put them in wheelchairs and wheeled them out. Sometimes they held the cigarettes for the smokers. Everyone…

That's how I want to go. I want a life long friend with me, getting stoned and having a pint. When my mum was dying, I sat her down and rolled her last joint for her. We spent the day laughing our arses off and eating pumpkin scones. She passed on the next day and while I miss her so much I can't help but have my…

My mom had been sober for 33 years when she was diagnosed with terminal cancer. She never did drink, but she got herself a medical marijuana card (after some deliberation) and it made things so much easier for her. Plus, her stories about being high and talking to Steven Colbert in lieu of a deity were hil-arious. I…

THIS is what is meant by "compassionate care." Acknowledging that patients are people who want the same things as everybody else, including nights out with family and friends.

My dad was a recovered alcoholic. When he was dying, a lifelong friend came to visit him at the house. I had a night class, but when I left, my dad was drinking a beer. And smoking a joint. While on a high dose of morphine. Why not? What's the worst that could happen? He could die? RIP, daddy!

Also, Neeson is Irish!

God, even the cows are awesome!!!

I kind of hate the attention she is getting, because people seem to look past the fact that she is severely mentally ill. According to her daughters, she has PTSD from her service. She deserves quality mental health care, something the VA isn't going to provide any time soon, not to be gawked at.

Don't even bother, it seems even progressive Americans have completely lost the plot when it comes to what a real socialist is.

I honestly believe that it's more about controlling women than saving children. If they gave a shit about saving children, they might not be working so hard to cut programs that help the ones that are already living.

Flippin Irish, with your cups of tay and your Celtic Tigers *exit, pursued by bear*

Sometimes I see Alicia Silverstone's son with his dad at the park. One time he snuck into my friend's tote bag and demolished an entire tupperware container of Goldfish crackers before anyone noticed. I wonder how much scavenging he does while at the park with all those homemade vitamins at home?

I guess I'm showing my age, but I think the J. Peterman catalog did it better.

Yup. I used to work at a coffee shop, and this woman repeatedly gave me shit about the price of our muffins, and one day she was like, "There are children STARVING in the Third World, you know". I said, "Yes, I know, I'm FROM the Third World", and she never came back.