Yes of course. But the aim is to reduce the risk since you can’t eliminate it completely. So one less person walking around, is one less person spreading it to others. I’m sure there are MANY hospitals that, even if they have a no visitors protocol, are making exceptions for maternity. So I hope you can find a…

Just got the great recommendation on Twitter that Meals on Wheel’s is another great place to donate the cat food, considering seniors who use the service will need cat food. Anyone else got recommendations?

I wasn’t making fun of the mother who changed her child’s diaper on the seat-I shared my story because it was the worst thing I’ve seen on an airplane.

I didn’t read ridicule in that post nor did I read any kind of making of fun of bits-just the facts of the matter and how the size of their seat neighbors made their traveling experience worse than it needed to be. 

Early 90s; Tower Air; LGA>MIA.

It was Spring 2011. My mom and I were going home from Barcelona to NYC after a vacation and our dad had figured out some weird deal so we could be in 1st class. I was settling in/trying to enjoy it when who comes on the plane but Donald Trump. This was before he had any political aspirations or started being publicly…

So I should pay extra because of what’s essentially a disability? Maybe it’s not in great Taste to complain- but telling someone with these sorts of issues to just suck it up or pay double is pretty ableist.

3/4 of the long haul flights to and from Hawaii have been absolutely hellish for me. I‘m an assault survivor (by someone of the same gender, so it’s not okay or easier that another woman is squeezing me), and I have sensory issues.

The universe did some fucking BACK BREAKING to make this all come to a head, and I seriously wouldn’t have believed it if it hadn’t happened *to me.*

When I was 22, after a brief eyeroll hiatus from Thought Catalog, I decided to randomly read some articles there during some down time. If you don’t know Thought Catalog,…

College roommates can be disasters. We had a subletter one summer who we didn’t really know. I came home one day to find our wooden cutting board on the back porch, broken in half with scorch marks in the pattern of the burners on our stove. The apartment reeked of burnt fish and wood. It didn’t take much to determine…

Yeah, hands down.  

I emigrated from the US to Scotland a long time ago and got basically adopted by lady whose friendship with my actual mother predates my existence by a decade. I call her Not Mum. Not Mum and I have an agreement re Christmas gifts that they fit in a stocking and are “under a fiver.” One time, she’d recently confessed…

Mine this year is also shaping up to be disastrous! Time (again) to address my mother’s drinking- it’s been 2 years since a surgeon told her that her liver was in bad shape and she’s only gotten worse. And this year there is a newborn (mine-yay!) that she wants to hold all the time. Not when you’re drunk lady! This…

First, my father’s family, all good Polish working class Catholics, always felt he married down by marrying a girl (my mother) from an Irish Catholic working class family. Thus my mother, brother, and I were always viewed as “not quite family”, whose presence was to be tolerated only because they loved my dad. Who…

There was a Thanksgiving my junior year of college I refused to go home. I had been driving 8 hours home from Maine every holiday and I was sick of it. My mom and her boyfriend were supposed to come up instead. There was this whole thing just before where my mom moved in with my Grandma to care for her, but she hated…

I’m going to say this year is going to be the worst. I have been tasked by my father and sister to get my mother to take her mental health seriously, as we all believe she is suffering from depression. We’ve all tried to bring this up before, my mother is a wonderful kind person but she’s not happy these days and…

All of my childhood Thanksgivings were horrible. Due to the size of our family it was ‘smarter’ to rent a space (that shall not be named) where we would all fit. It was poorly heated, with folding chairs and tables and an industrial kitchen. It was cold, impersonal, unwelcoming and zero fun. The adults (men-folk fresh…

That poor toddler being ignored and neglected! You were the only responsible adult there! As for the 2 brats, I would have told them to fuck off with their macaroni and crap because my filter has corroded.

My mom was a nurse and worked overnight. So for Thanksgiving, she was off from work the night before Thanksgiving and then had to go to work Thanksgiving night. So she often cooked overnight and we reheated stuff in the afternoon for Thanksgiving dinner.

Back when I was a baby reince, my father passed away suddenly from cancer. It came on very quickly and he was only sick for a couple months before he passed away. No one knew it was cancer until the autopsy. His doctor thought it was a bad flu. Needless to say it was extremely traumatic for our family to lose him so…