Everyone please pipe down, a man is talking.
Has everybody seen this already?
"Yes, and I like my coffee like I like my men." The waiter, without changing his expression said, "I'm very sorry, madam, but we don't have any gay coffee."
I can't find it in my heart to hate her. She seems smart and earnest. Sure, she's a little twee but it works for her and doesn't distract from her talent. She writes her own songs, she seems to genuinely care about her fans and she gets a lot of unfair blow back for being a "serial dater" which she handles with a lot…
In 2010, I had the distinct pleasure of heading to a conference for work in Baltimore with colleagues I couldn't stand. (And blessedly, I no longer work there). My boss made it a point to stress repeatedly that we should find the cheapest hotel rooms possible, so I got my own room at a hotel separate from theirs.
One experience that has haunted me for years: When I was 19, I had a one-bedroom apt in NY with a roommate. I had the bedroom, she had the living room, and there was a long narrow hall between the two rooms. A few months after we moved in, this woman upstairs who was 26 and very dramatic, started asking to borrow our…
There is something in my kid's bathroom. I've always been pretty sensitive and after years of living in some really haunted places, I've learned that the best way to deal with spirits is to ignore them. My abuela is also sensitive and she always told me that acknowledging their presence gave them power. So when my…
About 10 years ago, my husband and I were doing the living apart during the week, seeing each other on the weekends thing as he had moved to Atlanta to start a new job and I was about 2 hours away in S.C. getting the house ready to sell and wrapping up my job while looking for work in Atlanta. So every other weekend,…
The house I grew up in had a pall of misery over it. It didn't feel haunted, it was just dark and aging and always had the feeling that nothing good could happen there. It didn't help that my mother had (at the time) undiagnosed emphysema and did little but lie on the couch all day.
As some of you know, I grew up in a very rural part of northern Utah. My family were transplants from California, and because we weren't mormon, we never really fit in. I spent a lot of time alone as a child and had a reputation for being a bit strange. We had started out in a cabin in the woods, far from everyone…
Growing up, when my mother wanted the final word in discussions with my dad she'd say 'remember I saved your life.' Finally I asked her how she'd saved him. CPR? Heimlich? I wouldn't have believed the story coming from anybody else, but she is one of the most practical, honest people I know so I gotta go with it....
I'm going to share!
As a prelude to this story, let me state than I'm agnostic about ghosts. I've had some experiences that could have been ghosts or it could have just been me being tired and jumpy. This experience, though, made me put a little bit more in the "believe in ghosts" column.
I forgot I drank all of the wine. When I got home and trader joe's was closed. The horror. The horror.
Context: I am recounting an experience that I had about 8 years ago when I was a sophomore in college in West Chester, PA. I am recounting it to the best of my ability but some details might have been lost due to the time passing and the fact that I try not to think about this all that often.
We did it twice on our wedding night. Is that weird? Once the second we got in the door. (blush) and again after I finished getting the five million bobby pins out of my hair, because I was going to put that white negligee to use, damn it.
her body is insane her voice is insane (she is a little insane) everything about this is the best.
OK, all you Barbie haters have to admit she is fucking OWNING it in these pictures. Everyone else just looks tacky.