When I was little, I was so different from the anxious, slightly functional adult that I am now. I pushed for lead roles in class plays. I introduced people to things that I loved because it was great and they should know it too. I wanted to write plays, and create things with others. I wanted to

Once in a while, it's normal to have a fleeting moment where you question your own sanity, like when you're severely sleep deprived or stressed out. But if a relationship leaves you constantly second-guessing your own instincts and feelings, you may be a victim of a sophisticated form of emotional

“Mama, are you awake?”It’s not an unusual message given how often I’ve sent it in the past two years.At the beginning of last year I ran away from my Jacksonville, Florida, home to New York, overwhelmed by the constant reminder my rapist. I met her when I was younger, and between our shared

What brought you to believe in ghosts? Or, at the very least, have an interest in ghostly things? I know not all of you in the Creepy Corner do, and that's a-OK with me. Not believing in ghosts, the supernatural, paranormal, unexplained, etc. doesn't mean you can't appreciate a good scary

Our nine-year-old, in a French playground, stares at the little boy’s mother. Slim, stylishly dressed, smoking… is it the woman’s cigarette that’s shocking our daughter? Back in Canada she’d rarely seen anybody smoking, and certainly not around children. As we watch, the young woman beckons her