Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
Pickles was a twelve-pound orange cat who firmly believed he owned the house. Technically, the mortgage belonged to his human, Sarah. Pickles considered this an administrative error. His daily responsibilities included screaming at Sarah because he could see the bottom of his food bowl, knocking pens off the desk during important video calls, and sitting... Continue Reading →
For generations, Newfoundland fishermen have returned from the Atlantic with stories of things they couldn't explain - enormous shapes beneath their boats, serpentine bodies breaking the surface and creatures unlike anything they recognized from a lifetime spent on the water. But during the summer of 1953, something particularly strange happened. Over the course of just... Continue Reading →
I went to a petting zoo because apparently, at some point in my life, I decided I needed more wholesome experiences. There were fluffy sheep. Tiny ponies. Sleepy rabbits. Children giggling while feeding adorable little animals from their hands. t was delightful. Then I met Kevin. I don't actually know if the goat's name was... Continue Reading →
Hidden among the forests of southwestern New Brunswick is a lake with a name that sounds almost too peaceful for the stories attached to it. Lake Utopia, located in Charlotte County near the town of St. George, stretches for roughly seven kilometres through the landscape. People swim there, fish there, paddle across its waters and... Continue Reading →
Well, we made it through another week. I don't know who authorized that, but apparently time continues to move forward regardless of whether we're emotionally prepared for it. So here we are: five days, a ridiculous amount of walking, several hats, some theoretical coffee, weather negotiations, dogs, and at least one story that apparently required... Continue Reading →
I knew the day was going to be a disaster when I put my shirt on backwards. I did not realize this immediately. I walked around the house for twenty minutes wondering why my collar felt like it was trying to strangle me before finally looking in the mirror. Fine. Easy fix. I changed my... Continue Reading →
There is a lonely hillside cemetery in rural Clay County, Indiana, where an old staircase has inspired generations of people to ask one unsettling question: if you could learn exactly how you were going to die, would you really want to know? Known as 100 Steps Cemetery, Carpenter Cemetery, and Cloverland Cemetery, the burial ground... Continue Reading →
It all started with a garbage can. Not my garbage can, which is important. I don't need anyone assuming I spend my mornings investigating municipal waste containers for entertainment. I have hobbies. At approximately 7:15 on a Saturday morning, I looked out my kitchen window and noticed my neighbor's garbage can lying in the middle... Continue Reading →
My alarm went off at 6:30 Monday morning, which was incredibly rude considering I had done absolutely nothing to deserve that kind of treatment. I opened one eye and stared at the ceiling. For several seconds, I genuinely considered whether employment was necessary. Surely there had to be another option. Could I become independently wealthy... Continue Reading →
Monday arrived with all the enthusiasm of an unpaid bill. Technically, it was a brand-new week, full of possibilities and opportunities and all those other inspirational things people say when they clearly have more energy than I do. I, meanwhile, was feeling a little blah. Not dramatically blah. Just that special kind of blah where... Continue Reading →
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