To give this a bit of a more light hearted approach:

I’m speechless. I’m without speech. You rock, lady.

I’ll take it to my goddam grave that No Doubt was NEVER a fucking Ska band even though countless people back in the day for some reason referred them that as such.

kick out the jams, mother fucker

She was never, ever, ever, ever, EVER by any metric or any definition ever punk. Ever. Nevr. Nope. Nope. Nope. She was a bratty little kid from the fucking sticks with major eyeliner and serious penchant for posing. She was and remains a Poser. Not Punk. Don’t besmirch Punk.

My husband and I still argue over whether MC5 was punk or metal, and nobody here will know what that means.

Honestly none of it sounds that weird when I describe it. It was a series of different moments - I was walking down a path towards a little stone church, I was in a dank, nineteen sixties style apartment waiting for a kettle to boil, I was flying above a city, etc. None of these things felt particularly menacing; the…

When I was 23, I traveled for the first time to Seattle with my mom, dad and 17 year old sister. We went to check out the university and do some generic sightseeing. This was back in the dark ages of AOL and dial up, so my mom used AAA to find and book a hotel in a rather random industrial neighborhood. I think she…

In my early twenties, I had a job in the national security bureaucracy where we dealt with a bunch of classified stuff, which meant that there was no ability to work remotely. For the year+ that I did the job, I generally got to the office early in the morning and left around midnight, six or seven days a week. It was…

In the summer of 2008, my now husband Adam and I got engaged. Our relationship had been a bit of a whirlwind and in the week following our engagement, we went on a mini break with his extended family, who had come over from the States to the UK to stay in a big Air BnB type property; a period farmhouse in the…

This took place three years ago when my now-6 year old daughter was turning 3, and made her famous (infamous?) at my hair salon.

This is not a supernatural story and it does have a happy ending. (the other one posted here, my mom claims is supernatural).

Yeah, because there’s no way you’ll remember any of these stories when you get in bed tonight!

I’ve been to a few notable “haunted” places in my life: The Winchester Mystery House, the USS Hornet, the St. Augustine Lighthouse, but probably the most haunted place I’ve ever been was the movie theatre I worked at for nearly 15 years. It’s a fairly new (and VERY popular —top 20 nationally) theatre in the same town…

So I’ve been looking at these posts for years and I love them, and been debating for a long time whether or not I should share mine. The caveat here is that to this day I’m not sure if I believe in ghosts; it was a really difficult time for me and I’ve read up on all the rational information for what I could’ve…

My husband is English and it has become our family tradition to spend Christmas with his parents in the UK. My in-laws live in the most wonderfully quaint, Agatha Christie-eque little village: all thatched roof cottages and church greens and rolling fields. It’s also OLD in a way that’s almost incomprehensible to…

Damn, it’s been a long time since I’ve fully recounted this story, but it’s become somewhat of a folklore tale in my family.

It was the week of Halloween in 2011 and I was 19. I had agreed to house-sit for a family friend while she was in Disneyworld for a week. The house, built by her father, was a bit off the beaten path and set near a meadow up against dense woods. It was a simple two-story that probably hadn’t ever been updated and it…

Yessssss- here.we.go. My story is longer, sorry y’all! Meet Stalker Pierre.

It was a hot, dry summer in the 1970's and I was precocious pre-teen. My parents were likely going through a bout of their usual martial strife and always looked to farm me out (literally) for several weeks of the summer to my cousin’s place in the country. A very rural area, plenty of farm and ranching land, but…