PrttySweet Distractions

Every life keeps a ledger, and the Reaper always collects.   When he comes for you, what accounts will be balanced: love, friendship, self-respect? Or what accounts will be deep in debt: malice, greed, gluttony, or wrath? When the Reaper comes to collect, how will your life’s ledger explain the life you led?

We like to pretend the monsters of our youth stayed trapped in storybooks, but the woods at the edge of the mind remain far darker than we admit. "Lions and Tigers and Bears" was never really about beasts in the wild; it was about the breathless terror of the unseen path ahead. It’s the phantom creak of a floorboard in a silent house and the sudden, chilling realization that a shadow in the corner...

A panic attack is sure to arise when you believe every animal will attack. Zoophobia takes charge of your reactions and reason. Ruled by fear and anxiety, carefully plan so that no animals cross your path. Zoophobia can take hold of your mind, regurgitating thoughts of dying at the hands of animals on malicious missions

Ever felt a sudden chill, heard a floorboard creak when you’re completely alone, or watched your keys vanish only to reappear right where you looked five times? Welcome to the wild world of paranormal activity—where things don't just go bump in the night, they practically dance! From lingering spirits and flying books to mind-reading tricks and shadows that play hard to get, it’s everything scienc...

Welcome to spooky season. It is all the scary things. Ghouls, ghosts, monsters of all kinds abound in our nightmares. Fear not or fear all. What is the creepiest of all monsters? Do they live in your closet? Are you afraid to hang your arm off your bed while you sleep, lest you be taken to the depths by what lives beneath? We want to hear all about your Teraphobia.

Welcome to spooky season. It is all the scary things. Ghouls, ghosts, monsters of all kinds abound in our nightmares. Fear not or fear all. What is the creepiest of all monsters? Do they live in your closet? Are you afraid to hang your arm off your bed while you sleep, lest you be taken to the depths by what lives beneath? We want to hear all about your Teraphobia.

As spooky season is upon us, we enter the darkness. Why does a noise in the house sound completely harmless at 2 PM, but like a threat at 2 AM? Tonight, we’re talking about 'In the Dark of Night'—not just the physical absence of light, but the dark places our minds go when we're left alone with our thoughts, our pain, and our secrets. What fear lies in the shadows of your mind, in the shadows of n...

Trust can be difficult terrain to traverse. We, generally, want to believe the best in people. Experience makes us wary of so many things. I want to believe you and your lies. I want to believe in a higher power or an afterlife. I want to believe the universe holds more than what this planet has taught us. I want to believe... Life, logic, and pain often paint a different picture, one that keeps u...

It's spicy season, pumpkin season, pre-spooky season. The weather is beginning to cool and leaves are starting to turn. Do we love it, hate it, take it or leave it? Everyone's invited to tell their stories with sugar and spice and everything nice. 

Come mosey down to the Hollar for a night of mischief, moonshine, and laughter. A true Red Neck's paradise where the beer is cold, the music is loud, and we ain't saying sorry. 

Slick talkers, sharp dressers, all the modern conveniences within reach. Keeping up with Jones' holds hands with urban decay. Always something to do in a NY minute. Do bright lights, big city vibes call to you?

Hell is frozen over, and on the ice skating rink of the Devil's Pond, you ponder how the hell you got here. Are you worried, frightened, or don't give a damn? " Tell us how the phrase 'When Hell Freezes Over' changes your day.

People often think they are doing what's best for you. Unfortunately, it can make things worse and your journey gets longer. Whether it's unsolicited "help" at work or someone just thinking they know you better than they do, all too often, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Summer loving is a whirlwind of swamp ass and romance. With long days a magical nights that spark connection, summer is the season for adventures.

I'm not crazy; you're crazy. Since crazy is subjective, we really all have our moments. Whether we are misconstrued or pushed to the edge of sanity, we have all been off our game at some point. In a world where we can still feel invisible surrounded by people, we could all use someone to talk to. These days, there's an app for that. Crazy or not, sometimes, everybody needs a shrink. 

Back to school for all those kids that kept you on your toes all summer. Time to breathe and take a moment for yourself, or is it? Between helping with homework assignments, making cookies for the class and all those extra after school expectations, can you enjoy the solitude of your own company?

On any given day, people surprise us, whether it's with kindness, rudeness, intelligence, or stupidity. However, it's the stupidity, often wrapped in entitlement, that permeates deep and Dances on that last nerve. They always seem to blame everyone else for their thoughtlessness or mistakes. The bottom line is, it's not my fault you're stupid

When someone touches your life in a very real way, no matter how small...it lingers. We may not even notice at the time but years later those emotional echoes surface as they cross our minds

It's easy to see toxic traits in other people's relationships, friendships, and family dynamics. However, tempered with our own kindness, toxicity seems more nuanced in our own reality. We keep giving the benefit of the doubt and making plausible excuses. Maybe, we should listen when someone points out those toxic traits we are too close to see. 

Oh Darlin', do we have a fun show for you. When you hear a note and it reminds you of a song, especially if those songs come with a story we are singing ditties and sharing time. When that song, gets stuck in your head mid conversation and you just can't shake it off, pass it off to someone else. Yes, it is the bothersome earworm and it is contagious. As usual, our Storytime shows are open to ever...

Many of us have treasured items inherited from or made by people we love: Grandma's quilt, the sweater your mom made, the trinket box your uncle made you, the ornaments you made with your Aunt, a custom scarf from a cherished friend. Is it the item, the memories, or the love that turns it into a treasure? What is it about items made with love that elevated them in your heart? 

Too often we find that when we get what we thought we wanted, it isn't as joyful or fulfilling as we thought it would be. It's not that there's no joy in it, it's just... less than. Maybe we attach a how for unrealistic changes. Maybe we are more excited about the idea of it, the possibilities of it and the reality falls short. Sometimes see think of we have this or if we do that we'd be happy or...

From harmless chatter to reputation-shattering rumors, we all have something to say. From expert advice to sarcastic wit, how do our words hit with our families and friends? How do our own words land to others? Grab some sweet tea- let's head out to the porch swing and chat. Because Everybody Talks Shit.

At one point or another, we've all wondered how we got in a situation. It's easy to search for others to blame. It's not our fault this happened, it can't be. But, oh, Sweetie, sometimes, it's our own doing. Can YOU name the times when it's your own damn fault?  

An empty vessel, a blank page, a notebook ready to capture dreams, emotions, art, or thoughts... words want to purge, sometimes, they just can't. Whether it's a new beginning or making space enough to breathe, what does a blank page represent to you?