I was born in Belfast and we lived there until the mid 90s. I was born at a time when the violence of the Troubles was slowly, painfully drawing to a close. All the same, my earliest memory of home is a string of battered police vans rolling down the street outside my house.

...and then what happened?

The Bloody Chapel

Please Don’t Destroy has only been here for two episodes and I already want them to stay forever.

I am so deeply sad that the show did not include this cut-for-time bit that accurately savages Marriage Story and Scenes from a Marriage.

My especially favorite line is “from a director who is going through a divorce himself, and now HE gets to decide what happens”.

My sister was in a relationship with a man, “Alan”, who was bad news. He was quite a bit older than her, no steady job, never had any money (in fact was always hitting her up for money for beer or car repairs) and increasingly was mooching off her kindness and moving himself into her home without an official…

This story happened about 15 years ago.

I was visiting Los Angeles from New York City. I am a big Hollywood history and early 20th century architecture fan, so I managed to hustle cheap rooms at the Biltmore downtown and the Hollywood Roosevelt.

Warning: domestic violence

I moved to Mexico City a few years ago, and in my second year found an apartment I loved in an old neighborhood. It was tiny and full of light and just perfect for me!

Shortly after moving in, I realized there was a ghost in the house. Things happened - the lens on my blue sunglasses going…

My mom died in April 2019. The day after her funeral, I returned to my apartment in another state. I slept soundly in my own bed and spent the next day doing all the things one does when they get back from a trip. I went to bed later than usual that night, pup curled up in his usual spot right beside me.

“Red Shoe”

This is the story of the second reason I no longer enjoy being in the woods.

The Big White House

“Bix”

Well since you asked...

We were staying in an apartment in the Bastille. My friend’s brother, his fiance, and my friend’s mom were visiting this castle and we were left in Paris to roam at will, my friend, her sister, and myself. This was right after Amelie came out so we wore ourselves up walking all over Montmartre…

I have a few stories- but here’s the one I decided on sharing this year. It’s a longer one:

I live in London, probably one of the most haunted cities around, not too far from <a href=”https://www.royalparks.org.uk/parks/brompton-cemetery?gclid=CjwKCAjwh5qLBhALEiwAioods3-ObIl9frge2P9vAwwnXIKEEWge3fMQJrsuhep8C3f_mU9ZHmxWERoCULIQAvD_BwE”>Brompton Cemetery</a>, which I use as a cut through to Earls Court or just…

This happened 20 years ago, but I think about it all the time. I was in my early twenties and living in London on a study-abroad year. For spring break I wanted to go on a walking tour of the Lake’s District and stumble around in Wordsworth’s footsteps, but there was a hoof and mouth outbreak and all the trails were…

Long time listener, first time caller… hope someone sees this, I thought it was pretty creepy at the time.

After reading all these bone chilling stories, I thought I’d tell one that is a little happier, if that’s a good word for this. When my dad was dying at home, I wanted to be there for him (my mom had passed away some time ago), but because of work, I could only be there twice a week. During what would be the last week…

It’s Momma