My husband died. I moved on eventually. Some British nobleman tried wooing me. I fell for him. We boned in a Liverpool hotel. He asked me to marry him. I said no, and then cut my hair short.

If you're able to donate to this project, DO IT. It's a powerful way to ensure that the giving spirit, achievement, intelligence and legacy of one of the young victims overshadows the hate of the monster that murdered them.

"Lumping atheists together is like lumping people who don't smoke together."

That, and everyone knows condoms aren't 100% effective. The only real, true way to keep him from being born is to teach his parents abstinence-only education, because it is 100% foolproof.

I'm not sure I have enough for all of them....

"The thing about females is... they deserve to be able to walk home alone at night without fear."

What does the shaming do that explaining the house rules combined with grounding, additional chores, or restricted internet activity would not?