God, the glory days of Thighlights.

Jezspin forever

I have struggled with insomnia for years. I usually just toss and turn in bed, or sometimes get up and walk around, but I make a point not to turn on lights, or the tv, or my computer or anything like that. So one night around 3 am, I can’t sleep and I’m pacing a bit, and something draws me to look out the window…

Text from Beyond

My first year of law school I got my first ever apartment. It was still student housing owned by the university and the size of a shoebox, but it was a huge upgrade from a dorm. It even came with a free landline phone and phone line (back when people used landlines to conserve cell phone minutes).

Long-time reader, first-time writer. Apologies on the length.

My family and I live north of Chicago and bought a home last year. The previous homeowner’s parents built the home (in 1986) so we thought we knew everything.

The home has a main floor, upstairs (four bedrooms), finished basement (one bedroom) and attic. The…

A Souvenir From the Stanley Hotel

I work late hours and am usually the last person in our small office building. It’s a small building, only 6 floors. The entire first floor is just the open atrium style lobby, a large conference room, bathrooms and building management offices. There are only four tenants in the building: second floor is split with a…

She wasn’t on her A-game when she told me that.

This could be a ghost story or just a creepy as hell story, depending on whether you believe in ghosts or not.

Several years ago, I was studying for the Chartered Financial Analyst exams and it’s about as fun as it sounds. It requires spending a lot of free time in quiet places studying, reading,…

My husband and I purchased our first house together, it needed a lot of renovation work. But we got it for a pretty reasonable price because of this. It was a small house but I was totally in love with it and the backyard, it was a huge long kind of narrow backyard and definitely overgrown. We shared one fence with a…

I went to college in a small colonial era town in a rural area on the east coast. My senior year, I lived off campus in an apartment by myself. I loved living alone, every part of it: shopping in the nearby farmer’s market, cooking my own meals, having silly themed cocktail parties, smoking a joint in the living room…

Where I grew up there are a lot of little towns dotting the mountains. I loved driving up through the forests and checking out historical bridges, small quaint towns with less than 20 citizens and most of all cemeteries.

Aww.  <3 Jim!

I submitted this one far too late last year, so I guess I may as well send it in again? Here goes:

I Don’t Want You

*cracks knuckles* I have a few stories to share so sit tight!

I’ve posted about this incident anecdotally before and a reader was a little shook so in fairness, trigger warning because of an actual child’s death.

“Grandma”