Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
It had been raining since before sunrise. Not the dramatic kind of rain with thunder and lightning that at least gave you something interesting to watch. This was the slow, grey, miserable kind - the sort that made the sky look permanently stuck at 4:30 in the afternoon. Maggie stood at the kitchen window in... Continue Reading →
I woke up Wednesday morning with absolutely no intention of achieving greatness. I wasn’t going to exercise. I wasn’t going to meditate. I wasn’t going to journal about gratitude while drinking lemon water and watching the sunrise. No, my goal was much more realistic. Coffee. Pants. Survive. I felt this was an achievable three-step program.... Continue Reading →
When Gwen signed up to volunteer at the local food bank, she told herself it was going to be a one-time thing. One Saturday morning. Three hours. Sort some cans, pack a few boxes, feel mildly productive, and then go home. That was the plan. She arrived just after eight, still clutching her coffee and... Continue Reading →
High in the Himalayas in 1951, a group of experienced mountaineers stumbled upon something that would become one of the most famous mysteries in the history of cryptozoology. They weren't searching for the Yeti. They were looking for a way up Mount Everest. British explorer Eric Shipton was leading a reconnaissance expedition into the remote... Continue Reading →
Across the vast Arctic landscape of Nunavut, the sea has always been a source of life - and a place deserving enormous respect. For generations, Inuit oral traditions have told of strange beings inhabiting the cold waters along the shoreline and beneath the sea ice. Among the most mysterious are the Qallupilluit. Stories about the... Continue Reading →
At 7:03 on Monday morning, I made a terrible decision. I decided to get my life together. I’d seen one of those inspirational posts the night before. You know the ones. Some suspiciously cheerful woman was sitting cross-legged on a perfectly white bed holding a cup of tea while sunlight gently streamed through the window.... Continue Reading →
There are SO MANY post out there going on and on the Lindsay Clancy mistrial. This post isn't to discuss Patrick and his movements, just to discuss postpartum diagnosis and a few weird theories. Every one of them says either 1 - Postpartum is not excuse to kill your kids. 2 - Women should lose... Continue Reading →
I woke up one morning with confidence. That was my first mistake. I stretched, looked around, and thought, You know what? Today I'm going to get things done. Somewhere, the universe spit out its coffee. I had a whole plan. Laundry. Cleaning. Groceries. Yard work. Maybe even organize that one cupboard where I've been throwing... Continue Reading →
When Claire’s life started falling apart, she did what a lot of people do. She told everyone she was fine. She was fine when her car broke down. Fine when work became overwhelming. Fine when her relationship ended. Fine when she discovered that crying while eating cereal over the kitchen sink technically counted as dinner.... Continue Reading →
Borley Rectory stood in the quiet village of Borley in Essex, England, an imposing Victorian home that would eventually earn a chilling nickname: “the most haunted house in England.” Long before paranormal investigators arrived with notebooks and cameras, however, the people who lived within its walls were already telling strange stories. The rectory was built... Continue Reading →
