Well, I was born on Christmas... No joke

Yeah. Hello, sitting here in Tarrytown, GA. Just read this article to my 90-year-old granny (born and raised right here), and she almost stroked out. Then she calmed down and said, “well, that’s the only way some folks gets greens, I reckon, Donner.”

Why do people get all up in other people’s business. Respect love, no matter what form it takes.

I realize this shit went down in August, but here’s my two cents:

Thank you for this blog. My brother and I got caught in one when we were ten or eleven while swimming in the Atlantic off the coast of Georgia. I think the water was about chest level when we got carried off. We were both in a panic, but I nearly drowned my brother. We treaded water (as my brother fought to stay…

:-( Shit.

:( that was a bit harsh. Yeah, she was slightly off topic, but the comments above hers were kind of heading that way.

My mom told me that when she was a little girl, she used to wet the bed. My grandma finally took her to the doctor, and he instructed my mom and granny that mom needs to start holding her pee for as long as she can stand it! The longer, the better. Over time, her bladder muscles will get stronger and stronger, said…

Yes. all of that. I am almost at a loss for words, your description is dead on.... I could not have written it so perfectly myself. One clear memory from a couple of years ago came so clearly to me as I read and re-read your post: beginning to really despise myself, secretly, for betraying myself that way, and when I…

! I can relate to the mom situation! But I didn’t handle things so well in the past. I would suddenly find myself at the breaking point, feeling so much anger and frustration at my own mother... after losing my temper, my guilt would set in, and mother was quick to take advantage of my guilt. We’d be right back in…

·My name is BobbiBrown, and I am a Pushover. I’ve been a pushover since I was a child. The sad thing is, once I became an adult, I used to wonder why I was that way, unable to say “no”, unable to speak up even though I really wanted to, just always putting ME last. I decided that the reason why I allowed all of that…

I cannot even imagine how many women ( just in this country!) who do not have any options. Too poor, too far away from care, and probably little sympathy from her community. It’s heart-breaking.

Disgusting is a good word to describe it.

Thank you for this. I had no idea that late term abortion is still so taboo, even when medically necessary. I am in a mild state of shock right now, because this is the year 2016.... I thought we’d made more progress than this.

I disagree. That title should not be touched. She had a late term abortion. Period. When I read the headline, I felt an emotional pull towards this article, and I knew I was in for a bit of an emotional read. You see, women don’t get abortions because it’s the easy way out, or because they’re sluts, or because they…

Yes! Thank you! I saw that last night, too, fucking ridiculous!

Instant gratification and, for some, attention. My stepdad is not unlike the Mustang GT guy you mentioned above. He owns a yellow Porshe and would pass away if anybody removed the branding from that car. If you pronounce Porshe the wrong way, he will correct you. (“it’s Porsh-uh”) When he refers to the yellow…

I enjoyed reading this headline! It tickled my brain a little.

Cassius Clay ain’t no Fortunate Son.

Nike presents itself as a company that really cares about athletes. The commercials are all so inspirational and sweaty, just do it... it’s all bullshit, maybe.