I agree. It’s somewhat of a departure, but it’s funny as hell, especially that Furio bit and how actual Italians and Italian-Americans have very separate hagiographies.

A few years ago, my wife and I went to spend time trick or treating with our goddaughter and her siblings in Jersey City. Rather than fight the subway system and subsequent debauchery during the Village Halloween Parade, we decided to take a Lyft home to our south Brooklyn apartment - about 45 minutes in a car. We got…

Long time reader, first time posting a story. This happened when I was around 6-7 years old. My older sister (we’ll call her Marie) had a lot of behavioral problems that, maybe in a different family, would have been recognized for what they were and treated with compassion and real resources. But instead it was our…

When I had just turned 6 years old, my family moved from our home town to a larger suburb in a state several hours away. I was still 5 when my parents took me with them to look at the house they would end up buying, and while we were walking through, the little girl whose parents were selling the house invited me to…

Not sure how scary this is, but here goes - a psychic cat lady story:

Its always the living that scare me more than the dead. You did the right thing following your instincts and staying in the gym.

I can’t remember if I’ve posted this before. If I have, sorry.

After my divorce, I spent 4+ years looking for a home to buy for my son and I. I had a very hectic government job and my son had a rare genetic disorder that caused a myriad of health issues. I had hired a private caregiver for him who spent 12+ hours caring for him each weekday. Life was very busy.

I was a new collage grad struggling to find meaningful work in 2006. I ended up moving back to my parents home and working swing shift at a therapeutic boarding school for girls (thanks psych degree). This meant i was in a small lame town with time to kill late night. I ended up getting a membership to a 24 hour gym…

Memories are strange things. The dictionary defines them as: the mental capacity or faculty of retaining and reviving facts, events, impressions, etc., or of recalling or recognizing previous experiences; A mental impression retained; a recollection: one’s earliest memories. The emphasis on “one’s earliest memories”…

This experience happened 30 years ago this summer, and it’s still something I can’t explain – but it absolutely saved my life.

I’ve shared a couple stories before about the ghost in my apartment, Howl. This year, I’ll also share about Alejandro.

I’ve been refreshing Jezebel since the start of October since I wait for this every year!

I think I submitted this year’s ago, but here I am, in the greys, submitting again!

In early 2022, my father-in-law passed away. And although he was a 20-year stroke survivor, it cost us all off-guard.

My freshman dorm was co-ed — boys and girls divided into parallel halls on each floor, split by a bank of elevators in the middle. On my floor, the elevators were rumored to be haunted by a student who struggled with depression and died in his room about 15 years earlier. The circumstances were unclear but part of the…

this song will be stuck in my head for a long, long time. 

I’m glad this season is over mainly so I wont have “Which of the Pickwick Triplets Did It?” stuck in my head for hours.   Aannnd now it’s back.

My ex husband owned a house when I met him. It had been abandoned when he bought it, left unlocked even, although a squatter lived in a bungalow in the backyard not the main house.

First of all- Squeeeeeeeeee! My favorite article/comments section of the year! Now, on to the story...