thesecondmrsdewinter
TheSecondMrsdeWinter
thesecondmrsdewinter

Years ago, I quit a job that literally made me cry at my desk to work something fun and temporary for the summer. It was a super fun place- a young restaurant crowd working summer jobs at the beach. Everyone was younger; I was like the old lady of the bunch, at 37. There was this guy in another department who was

Summer, 1992: I’m asked by my boss to escort a candidate for a tech position to her office from the front door of our offices. I do. Over the next three years we become such good friends everyone thinks we’re dating.
Summer, 1995: we move in together (after dating for about two weeks)
Winter, 1997: reader, I married him.

I honestly don’t know. For months afterward I would look through any local news in that area to see if anyone had disappeared in those woods

Farrrkkkkk. As always, real people are freakier than the supernatural.

Normal sounds can sound unnatural in the woods. (long)

Godddd this is absolutely terrifying, I hope this story wins. I have my legs under a table right now and I’m sure if my dog had touched my legs in the last 5 minutes I would have crapped myself.

I must confess up front this is not particularly scary - but it is definitely ghostly. It just involves my father - the sweetest man ever - so how scary is that?! Lol. I grew up in the country on a farm with horses. Since we were so remote, and the driveway to my childhood home so long, my parents had installed a

Wait, did we decide the “thrifting the dead lady’s dress” story was fake last year?

This happened to me a few years ago, and I still get chills every time I think about it.

This happened on Halloween night 6 years ago. I had been out partying with my friends for hours, so needless to say I was very drunk, and very tired of being in my makeup and heels. I was a student back then, and had no money to take a cab, so I left the bar and ran to catch the last subway (just before 2am). There

I’m worried about Biden. He was just on stage with Trump less than 48 hours ago. They looked like they were maybe ten feet apart, but who knows?

This is the first time Melania has been positive around Trump in a long long time.

I’m sure all our thoughts and prayers are with the coronavirus at this diffcult time.

This is fucking devastating, and punches me in the gut as someone who grew up on a lake and saw my fair share of accidents. I hope that they have trained child psychologists who can gently and effectively question her son to get a few more details. Did she dive in the water head first? Could have hit her head and

I was traveling through Europe at the end of the study abroad, so I was lugging a huge suitcase from France, to Belgium, to Italy, to Greece, to England. Upon my arrival in Brussels, a man approached me and offered to carry my suitcase up the stairs. I declined, having learned in my time in Europe that men who offered

Seriously. Kicking someone who’s clearly down in the guise of praise is gross. Especially since Joan clearly needs all of the other writing assignments to get by. These sort of pieces take more time than an aggregated gossip column. She can’t make a living on them alone, at least not at this phase of her career. 

Jesus, Joan. This is both the most beautiful and most heartbreaking thing I’ve read in a long time.

I love Vera, available on Amazon.  She’s smart, she’s bossy, she’s abrasive and sometimes unexpectedly kind.  

Shetland is one of my all-time favorites, especially series three with Mance Rayder, and Loch Ness is an underrated gem that I cannot get anyone to watch. I never finished Single-Handed, but maybe I’ll give it another chance.

That wealthy woman who tested positive, decided she was the exception, left Manhattan and went to that little hospital anyway should be put in jail.