Eh. Not to play devil’s advocate, but honestly the only difference imo between the Catholic Church and Scientology is how old they are. The original Church centuries ago was pretty hardcore. Entire towns and villages and countries were one religion that was controlled by a select number of very powerful men. Tithes…

I did that kind of shit years ago during my Granola Mom Phase. I’m over it.

I explained shade to my parents and my dad said: “There’s a word for what your mom does?” He now rejoices in pointing out shade where he finds it. He’s extremely accurate.

This. I can’t find the hope. Like, I was thinking how angry I was after 2000, but I was young enough not to be able to fully process all of the consequences. I was REALLY disappointed and dejected after 2004, but not quite as personally attached since I didn’t feel any kind of personal investment in Kerry. This,…

1. When I received a 2 am phone call from the police that my son was on a ledge. They talked him down. Then they took him to the VA. (those guys still check on him, btw)

On election day this week, I found out that I got an interview with Boeing for a paid internship this summer. I was elated. It is literally the path to my dream job. I was prepared to get smashingly drunk that night to celebrate getting an interview opportunity and seeing the first woman President. We bought champagne…

Every woman I talk to today has told me at some point, or several times, during the campaign, she has cried at the thought of being able to vote for HRC. Young and old alike.

I am so sorry for you loss. This is a list written from one mom to another after they both lost their children to cancer. While losing a child must be a special kind of hell, your description of your grief made me think of this list. Internet hugs to you.

Nope. I work for a public library, and religious and political uses of our meeting spaces are specifically forbidden by our policies. Cause, you know, wall of separation and all that. we are a government entity.

Mine too! Happy birthday!!

HOW DARE YOU

Stay sexy. Dont get murdered.

Kids are the worst!

my favorite murrrddeerrrrr

moral of the story:

My daughter has never been afraid of the dark, so this shouldn’t have surprised us, but it used to happen a lot.

More of a creepy maybe home invasion tale but:

The very first house that I bought was haunted...by a cat. I knew the previous owner has a cat because there was a cat door cut into the utility door and when I was cleaning before moving in, there was cat hair all over the carpet.

This story happened to my brother (Chris), about two years ago.

OMG those marking, he’s really regal looking for a kitty:). My ginger just howls like a banshee for like 4 hours after.