Are you trying to be offended for her? Or are you offended?

I’m really tempted to read the memoir, but it’s going to be so difficult not to be taken out of the whole thing by the polished prose of whoever the ghostwriter is. To go back and forth between the book saying “The disappointments in my romantic life were just one part of how isolated I became,” and then flipping over…

Imagine being stuck in an elevator with them

To Jada, it appears to be a way to maintain a lifestyle her mediocre talent could not, and to continously drag the person she claims to love. She’s an asshole. Period. Full stop.

War & Peace was an easier read.

7257 words in case anyone was wondering. I got bored and stopped reading, then my thumb cramped up from scrolling (and scrolling and scrolling) to get to the end. How was it?

Sounds like an opossum. They are particular about conserving water.

The Voice from the Water

I am walking around my old school, which went from Pre-K through 12th grade. I hadn’t been there in years. I turn around and about ten feet away there’s a little white girl who wasn’t there before, with her head tilted to the side staring at me intently and completely silent. I stop abruptly and look around and…

Summer ‘97. I was nine and scared of my own shadow, so this experience only furthered my fear of the world.

This actually happened to me when I crashed on a couch at a friends apartment but a slightly worse scenario. These two sisters had lived in this apartment for over a year so someone could’ve been casing their place for awhile. Same set up, ground floor, patio door and door exiting to apt hallway. No friggin deadbolt…

It’s early fall, 2017. We had just fully fenced and added gardens to our backyard, including a lovely fairy path on a narrow stretch of dirt that separated our property from the apartment complex next door. With tall grasses, flowers, and stepping stones it made a magical little space that my daughter loved to run…

This happened to me recently and honestly it was the most terrifying thing that has actually happened directly to me. I am pretty sure the ghost of a Native American woman tried to kill me.

As an anxious child, I’d wake up several times overnight to use the bathroom. This happened so often and for so long that my parents forbid me from turning on the lights because it would wake them up. 

You don’t owe anyone who doesn’t believe you an explanation. Clearly this person grew up during the second coming of the iPhone. 😄

After my divorce, I spent 4+ years looking for a home to buy for my son and I. I had a very hectic government job and my son had a rare genetic disorder that caused a myriad of health issues. I had hired a private caregiver for him who spent 12+ hours caring for him each weekday. Life was very busy.

After University I hadn’t yet found a job and needed an apartment that wasn’t going to destroy my savings. I live in Toronto and ended up finding a basement apartment rental in a beautiful old Victorian home in the Parkdale neighbourhood, which has a lot of historic homes but is known for not being the nicest area.

My ex husband owned a house when I met him. It had been abandoned when he bought it, left unlocked even, although a squatter lived in a bungalow in the backyard not the main house.

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Years ago, in late fall, we moved our young family from a house in the city to my grandmother’s old home, which was rural and secluded. My grandparents had passed on, and so had my mother, but she grew up in that house. It’s a two-story farmhouse with hidden rooms, and it’s more than 150 years old. When we moved…