Ok! (All names changed to protect privacy) When I was 11, my very good friend Jane passed away after an awful several year battle with cancer. Among our group of friends, I was the only one who stuck around (not blaming anyone, we are in 5th grade, ffs) at the last painful bout and I held her hand at hospice hours…

This is a very important picture my friend just texted me, and I didn’t know where else to share it.

I dressed up in different costumes each day this week. Halloween? More like Halloweek. Today’s is my favorite. Saved the best for last.

NOPE especially since you said food stiffs hahahahahahhahahaa

ugh some gross guy once asked me and my friends if we had cats and we were like uh yeah of course (we all are legitimate cat pet owners) and then he goes “are any of them hairless?” and ALL OF US ALL FOUR 23 YEAR OLD WOMEN ALL OF US go “uh no” BECAUSE WE THOUGHT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT OUR PETS

Burn it down. Burn it to the ground and start fresh.

This reminded me of my most terrifying camping trip ever. We were camping near Pacific City on the Oregon coast years ago and noticed there had recently been bear sightings. There was a mother and 2 cubs so everyone was told to keep food in their vehicles and to put garbage in the locked cans. My girlfriend, now wife,…

I used to work in a very remote town, while living in my hometown 30 miles away. I was 20 and my Dad had just secured me my very first car to make the commute, it was a mid 1990’s Thunderbird with oxidizing paint, leaked every fluid I put into it, and had shitty gas mileage. Needless to say I was in love.

Here is a story that I have not shared before because honestly- it creeps me the fuck out. I don’t like thinking about it. I don’t like the things it implies about the nature of the universe we inhabit, and it fills me with existential dread. It also happens to involve a friend’s suicide, so it’s not the easiest thing…

I thought I would share a story of my dad’s. Our family has many stories where none of us can quite explain it, to non skeptics we believe we are definitely clairvoyant to some degree. My parents tell me stories from when I was younger, I’m not as in tuned to it as they are but this story of my dads is from his days…

Okay, so this year I can participate since the main player who would be scandalized by airing the laundry has passed. As background, my mother had me in her late thirties and her mother in turn had her in her late thirties. My mother was the youngest of eight children and had brothers much older than she, which is how…

This truly happened to me, and maybe I should have contacted the police about it but I didn’t. I try not to think about it.

This didn’t happen to me.

I am unsure how to start this story because it has a lot to it so bear with me.

Over the past year I started to have these really strange dreams, all involving a pale little boy dressed in dirty, old-timey clothes. At first they’d just be regular dreams where I would notice he’d show up (as in I’d have a flying dream or one where I’d be walking around a store and suddenly there he’d be). As soon…

When I was sixteen I would sneak out of the house at night get high and read a book (Such a rebel, I know). There was an empty forclosed home next door, and I would get inside via a basement window well and smoke in the basement’s bar area. One night it was raining pretty heavy, and I forgot to bring my lighter. I…

My veil was exactly three yards, in three one-yard layers, of white tulle stitched to a comb, without embellishment. It was $119, and could have been made for approximately $0.19 (no exaggeration). It was a hand-me-down from my best friend, who’d gotten married the summer before me, and realized after a post-wedding…

For me, that’s the best way to get incredibly greasy and create massive amounts of acne and clogged pores.

See, I never saw her as perfect. She came across to me as kind of spoiled, willfully naive (especially for someone who supposedly read so much; can you really make all those literary and pop culture references without having soaked up a little awareness?), really self-involved (but so was Lorelai), and the various…

I kind of hated Rory by the end, so my theory is she worked on the Obama campaign, found out she wasn’t the best, most amazing, special, wonderful journalist ever, quit journalism, and is now living with Emily trying to “find herself” (yep, I know she did that once already, which is why I can see her doing it again).