I know that this sounds like the kind of advice to anyone left alone in the house at night but this is different. It started a week ago, I was in bed it had just turned 01:00, I was scrolling on my phone while my wife Steph was asleep. I suddenly had a notification pop…
Any woman who has ever spurned a man’s advances already knows my story. Rejecting someone you have known and loved is, I think, even more perilous than rejecting a stranger. Edward and I dated for six months. He was an exceptional man in so many ways, but he soon revealed his contemptible side, and that…
Hannah Ross died on June 9th, 1982. It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon and I can’t imagine that anybody really cared. I mean, she didn’t have any family and considering the number of other people who’d also died at the same time, in the same place, she wasn’t really unique. Just another victim of some…
Don’t read it on a computer an iPad, or any large screen for that matter. Even if you live alone don’t sit with your back facing a larger room. If someone or something was particularly good at hiding, slender, quiet, and quick they could easily be in the same room as you, peering in through…
We killed Joseph Glass for the first time on August 18th, 1999. I knew he was a strange case since day one. Never seen a guy so happy to die before. It was like we were doing him a favor. He refused the automatic appeal. He refused to be seen by a chaplain. He just…
I stared, mouth dry, heart pounding, at the message from my boss – That awful combination of words that my coworkers and I pray we never see: “You’re in the running for Employee of the Year.” For him to send something so callous via email – that was just rubbing salt in the wound. My eyes glazed…
I’m aware that this is unconventional. Believe me, I’ve tried conventional – it didn’t end well for anyone. I require a certain open mindedness that I’m hoping I might find here, but more importantly, I need my future husband to know the rules. Meet-cutes are well and good on the screen, but they don’t guarantee…
So my father used to own a cabin. In fact he used to own a lot of different properties. Which I suppose is just a roundabout way of saying that we grew up with money. Where things get a bit complicated is how he actually made that money. The line that he constantly fed us…
I never thought it was weird. It was the same as Dad going to work every day and Mom cooking dinner every night. Just, Matty always ate upstairs. Mom made sure everyone at the table had a full serving before she got to work on Matty’s plate. She would load it with supersized portions of…
Let’s get the obvious out of the way. Being a PI sucks. It’s not what you think. It’s pretty much harassing women. Men hire PIs to go harass their wives and girlfriends and once in a blue moon, you get asked to find a missing dog, or to harass a man instead. But that’s it,…