Pets n Story

It had already been one of those days. You know the kind—late to work, spilled coffee on my shirt, toddler

In recent times, there’s been a lively discussion stirred by an Australian educator who suggests parents seek a baby’s consent

We don’t go out much anymore. Not because we don’t want to, but because we’re slow now—him with his knees,

I was 24 when I worked as a flight attendant. I’ll never forget this one flight. A passenger started choking,

When I offered my stepdaughter Sophia my cherished heirloom wedding dress, she laughed in my face. Called it “old rags,”

People think little girls dream about weddings. I didn’t. I dreamed about my grandpa’s old pickup, the one with the

I only needed a few screws. It was supposed to be a quick stop at Lowe’s, in and out. But

I wasn’t trying to make a statement. It started as a dare, honestly. My friend Mason and I were talking

I hadn’t left this room in two months. The walls are this weird, beige color that makes everything feel like

My dad wasn’t supposed to be there. They said it’d be too much for him—the crowd, the noise, the stairs.