No. Nope. Hell no. You dated a walking, talking Criminal Minds script. SO glad you ran.

But I think what she’s asking is if there is anything cruel and ineffective that we could do. What’s your answer to that Mr. Smart Guy.

“Women are sacred, except for the selfish Frederica Wilson.”

That is so sad. I’m so sorry for your grandmother.

But don’t you dare put ketchup on that shit!

I just wish Syria would shut up already about its goddamn deep dish pizza.

We just color our river green, please we are civil.

You know what’s even worse? My first job out of college was in a counselling center that provided services to survivors of domestic violence. I have been trained to identify these types of people and ignored Every. Single. Red. Flag.

Okay, I’m going to share a scary story— really more of a scary fact of my life, past, present, and future, than a single story— that only about eight people on the planet know fully about, one of which is no longer with us, making the grand total seven. And now you will know, too, random internet person! I’ve created…

A while ago I was offered a job in Berlin, so I upped sticks and moved, looking forward to turning a new page. It was a bright spot in what had been a dreary few years: working long hours for a series of startups that never amounted to anything, endless travel and a relationship that had been dead in the water for…

I had a somewhat similar experience when I was 12, while visiting Branson, MO. Our family visited there every other summer for vacation while I was growing up, hitting up the tourist traps and Silver Dollar City. It wasn’t until I was a bit older that I realized what an odd place that town is, a mix of religiosity,…

My freshman year of college, I attended a small women-only liberal arts college in Virginia (it’s gone co-ed in the last few years, but at this point it wasn’t). I’m from California and was a little worried about being alone on my own so far from home, so I requested a room in the dorms’ No Man Hallway. The other…

That and lower back pain.

I have been a long time reader and love these posts every year. I read all day and on my way home decided to finally come out of the shadows and share one of my stories.

Around five years ago, I was a TA for an undergraduate literature course that had 300 students; there were two TAs and our job was mostly to do grading (sigh) and hand out exams and set up PowerPoints and stuff of that nature. Basically, assist the professor in all manner of tedium while she lectured. Due to a…

I have to claim PTSD on this one, I never actually realized what happened until years later. I was 17, pregnant, going to school full time and working two jobs. I took the city bus every day from my community college to first job, around 12 every day. My bus driver was adorable-definitely a Grandpa-type, friendliest…

It wasn’t directed to Madeline-merely to the community at large. If you’ve already posted it in previous years, no need to post it again.

Stop reposting old stories!! If it didn’t get picked last year, it won’t get picked this year! We need fresh blood....

I’ve told my best ones on here in previous years, but I do have two smaller ones left. I live in a modern apartment now where nothing strange ever happens, but my mom’s 1916 house had enough weirdness for a lifetime. Here are two more of the odd things that happened in that house: