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New York and Pumpkin formally ignite their feud, which will eventually come to a sloppy, tragic end. Plus: Did Miss Latin deserve a chance to state her case to Flav? Thanks for listening. (Timestamps below)

In this solo episode of Keep It Positive, Sweetie, Crystal talks all things ORS Unapologetic, from the inspiration behind the line to the deeper relationship Black women have with hair, confidence, self-care, and identity. She opens up about building the products, stepping into founder territory, the emotional launch experience, and why this line is about so much more than just hair.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of Keep It Positive, Sweetie, Keisha Lance Bottoms opens up about the deeply personal journey behind her memoir The Rough Side of the Mountain. From childhood trauma and family secrets to faith, leadership, motherhood, body image, and reclaiming the parts of herself she once felt she had to hide, this conversation explores the humanity behind public strength. This episode is about healing, identity, authenticity, and what it means to finally show up as your whole self.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of Keep It Positive, Sweetie, Jess Hilarious opens up about motherhood, co-parenting, healing, faith, and the emotional journey behind her memoir ’Til Death Do We Parent. From becoming a mother at 19 to navigating survival mode marriage, and redefining family, this conversation is honest, funny, emotional, and deeply relatable. This episode is about healing, softness, and learning how to move forward even when life doesn’t look the way you imagined.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this live episode of Keep It Positive, Sweetie, Yung Miami opens up about growth, motherhood, business, relationships, confidence, and stepping fully into her solo era. From relaunching Caresha Please and navigating public perception, to entrepreneurship, faith, and evolving in real time, this conversation goes beyond the persona and into the woman behind it all. This episode is about reinvention, confidence, and embracing every version of yourself along the way.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Mina Kimes, ESPN NFL analyst, Celebrity Jeopardy! star and the new host of the Scripps National Spelling Bee, joins Sarah to talk about how the Bee will look different this year, what she’s spending the most time researching ahead of her first time hosting, being a cool nerd, and accessing parts of her brain she hasn’t used in awhile. Plus, setting the Tempo, a hot new bronze-shell has entered the villa, and revenge is best served on ice. The WNBA schedule is here The NWSL schedule can be found here The full college softball bracket is here The Scripps National Spelling Bee website is here Follow Macey Isaacs on Instagram here And follow Josh Gondelman on Instagram here Play the Operation Epic Fury: Strait to Hell arcade game here You can now WATCH Sarah’s interviews! Subscribe to @iHeartWomensSports on YouTube and check out the Good Game playlist here Leave us a voicemail at 872-204-5070 or send us a note at goodgame@wondermedianetwork.com Follow Sarah on social! Bluesky: @sarahspain.com Instagram: @Spain2323 Follow producer Alex Azzi! Bluesky: @byalexazzi.bsky.social Instagram: @AzziArtwork Follow producer Bianca Hillier! Bluesky: @biancahillier.bsky.social See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Stop trying to blend into the background; the lighting is better in the spotlight and you are a star! If the world is a stage, we're the ones who forgot the script—and we're better for it. This week, we're talking about the glory of being the "Black Sheep" and why fitting in is actually just a very boring form of performance art. We discuss how to recognize social power plays and why "I'm not taking feedback right now" is the most powerful sentence in the English language.

Hi, Neighbor! Help us create a wedding gift for a listener who's getting married soon... (Blessings, Eli and Bronte!) THEN: John wrote about public school teachers AND women who file for frivolous divorce, so it has been a busy week of fielding comments (and emails!) from nutty feminists and Christian-identifying-Pagans. We have been laughing a lot, because comedy is all about taking two seemingly random ideas and jamming them together in a surprising way. Let us tell you: Feminists sure are good at connecting random dots into outrage! -Examining Moscow facebook page, not only makes false claims of sexual assault against minor children and shares their pictures online--but also will stalk a parent and use information about their children in a lame attempt to justify "protecting" people from Doug Wilson. (The loose connection between my kids' school and Doug Wilson is comedy gold!) -"G" or "Pretty Face" showed up to talk about why the church needs to be educated about how to spot abusive people, and the Peaches agreed! But Pretty Face didn't want to talk about how to spot and deal with abusive women. Then she started using the word "Sweetie" and the mask was off. (But, boy, what a beautiful face she had under there!) -Heather showed up just when John and the Peaches were brainstorming an excellent new marketing strategy for converting JOHN'S pretty face into cash, and Heather wrote "Oh, you have five kids, huh? I'll be sure to tell the local authorities when they do a welfare check..." She commented in several other places as well, ranting about dangerous Christians being abusive. And THEN she posted a picture of somebody's newborn granddaughter and asked "What are you going to do when she gets married and is BEATEN TO A BLOODY PULP?" I'm telling you, it has been a busy week of unhinged women, who want the church to know how to deal with abuse situations and will be genuinely surprised when it comes back to haunt them. And that was BEFORE we got an email from "a woman" who "started a nonprofit for her daughter" and hopes that we burn in hell eternally. An informed and educated church that handles abuse properly will not tolerate any of these antisocial behaviors from people who claim to represent Christ. Love them, but do not reward their temper fits.

Hi, Neighbor! Help us create a wedding gift for a listener who's getting married soon... (Blessings, Eli and Bronte!) THEN: John wrote about public school teachers AND women who file for frivolous divorce, so it has been a busy week of fielding comments (and emails!) from nutty feminists and Christian-identifying-Pagans. We have been laughing a lot, because comedy is all about taking two seemingly random ideas and jamming them together in a surprising way. Let us tell you: Feminists sure are good at connecting random dots into outrage! -Examining Moscow facebook page, not only makes false claims of sexual assault against minor children and shares their pictures online--but also will stalk a parent and use information about their children in a lame attempt to justify "protecting" people from Doug Wilson. (The loose connection between my kids' school and Doug Wilson is comedy gold!) -"G" or "Pretty Face" showed up to talk about why the church needs to be educated about how to spot abusive people, and the Peaches agreed! But Pretty Face didn't want to talk about how to spot and deal with abusive women. Then she started using the word "Sweetie" and the mask was off. (But, boy, what a beautiful face she had under there!) -Heather showed up just when John and the Peaches were brainstorming an excellent new marketing strategy for converting JOHN'S pretty face into cash, and Heather wrote "Oh, you have five kids, huh? I'll be sure to tell the local authorities when they do a welfare check..." She commented in several other places as well, ranting about dangerous Christians being abusive. And THEN she posted a picture of somebody's newborn granddaughter and asked "What are you going to do when she gets married and is BEATEN TO A BLOODY PULP?" I'm telling you, it has been a busy week of unhinged women, who want the church to know how to deal with abuse situations and will be genuinely surprised when it comes back to haunt them. And that was BEFORE we got an email from "a woman" who "started a nonprofit for her daughter" and hopes that we burn in hell eternally. An informed and educated church that handles abuse properly will not tolerate any of these antisocial behaviors from people who claim to represent Christ. Love them, but do not reward their temper fits.

Hi, Neighbor! Help us create a wedding gift for a listener who's getting married soon... (Blessings, Eli and Bronte!) THEN: John wrote about public school teachers AND women who file for frivolous divorce, so it has been a busy week of fielding comments (and emails!) from nutty feminists and Christian-identifying-Pagans. We have been laughing a lot, because comedy is all about taking two seemingly random ideas and jamming them together in a surprising way. Let us tell you: Feminists sure are good at connecting random dots into outrage! -Examining Moscow facebook page, not only makes false claims of sexual assault against minor children and shares their pictures online--but also will stalk a parent and use information about their children in a lame attempt to justify "protecting" people from Doug Wilson. (The loose connection between my kids' school and Doug Wilson is comedy gold!) -"G" or "Pretty Face" showed up to talk about why the church needs to be educated about how to spot abusive people, and the Peaches agreed! But Pretty Face didn't want to talk about how to spot and deal with abusive women. Then she started using the word "Sweetie" and the mask was off. (But, boy, what a beautiful face she had under there!) -Heather showed up just when John and the Peaches were brainstorming an excellent new marketing strategy for converting JOHN'S pretty face into cash, and Heather wrote "Oh, you have five kids, huh? I'll be sure to tell the local authorities when they do a welfare check..." She commented in several other places as well, ranting about dangerous Christians being abusive. And THEN she posted a picture of somebody's newborn granddaughter and asked "What are you going to do when she gets married and is BEATEN TO A BLOODY PULP?" I'm telling you, it has been a busy week of unhinged women, who want the church to know how to deal with abuse situations and will be genuinely surprised when it comes back to haunt them. And that was BEFORE we got an email from "a woman" who "started a nonprofit for her daughter" and hopes that we burn in hell eternally. An informed and educated church that handles abuse properly will not tolerate any of these antisocial behaviors from people who claim to represent Christ. Love them, but do not reward their temper fits.

Hi, Neighbor! Help us create a wedding gift for a listener who's getting married soon... (Blessings, Eli and Bronte!) THEN: John wrote about public school teachers AND women who file for frivolous divorce, so it has been a busy week of fielding comments (and emails!) from nutty feminists and Christian-identifying-Pagans. We have been laughing a lot, because comedy is all about taking two seemingly random ideas and jamming them together in a surprising way. Let us tell you: Feminists sure are good at connecting random dots into outrage! -Examining Moscow facebook page, not only makes false claims of sexual assault against minor children and shares their pictures online--but also will stalk a parent and use information about their children in a lame attempt to justify "protecting" people from Doug Wilson. (The loose connection between my kids' school and Doug Wilson is comedy gold!) -"G" or "Pretty Face" showed up to talk about why the church needs to be educated about how to spot abusive people, and the Peaches agreed! But Pretty Face didn't want to talk about how to spot and deal with abusive women. Then she started using the word "Sweetie" and the mask was off. (But, boy, what a beautiful face she had under there!) -Heather showed up just when John and the Peaches were brainstorming an excellent new marketing strategy for converting JOHN'S pretty face into cash, and Heather wrote "Oh, you have five kids, huh? I'll be sure to tell the local authorities when they do a welfare check..." She commented in several other places as well, ranting about dangerous Christians being abusive. And THEN she posted a picture of somebody's newborn granddaughter and asked "What are you going to do when she gets married and is BEATEN TO A BLOODY PULP?" I'm telling you, it has been a busy week of unhinged women, who want the church to know how to deal with abuse situations and will be genuinely surprised when it comes back to haunt them. And that was BEFORE we got an email from "a woman" who "started a nonprofit for her daughter" and hopes that we burn in hell eternally. An informed and educated church that handles abuse properly will not tolerate any of these antisocial behaviors from people who claim to represent Christ. Love them, but do not reward their temper fits.

In a world full of noise, what does it really mean to be still? Touré Roberts joins Keep It Positive, Sweetie to talk about his new book Knowing: The Journey to Certainty in an Uncertain World, and what it really means to find your calling, move through uncertainty, and embrace the power of stillness. This conversation explores how to slow down, trust yourself, and move with clarity, even when the path isn’t fully clear.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client’s house.Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn’t bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver’s license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner’s license.It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered.“Hello?”“My name is George Riley. I’m looking for Anna Marchand,” replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed.“You’ve reached her,” I said.“Oh; hi, Anna.  I’m a friend of the Anderson’s, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I’ve got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn’t available. I was wondering if you’d be available to watch my son.”I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn’t hear the water splash. “I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help.”“I really could,” he said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than your regular rate or anything;”"It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t mind, sir, really. I’d love to babysit for your son.”“Thank you so much,” he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. “His name is Kyle, and he’s three. I would need you from around five until pretty late.”“Not a problem,” I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me.Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley’s, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn’t want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else’s kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn’t have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway.I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep.I didn’t know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson’s were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn’t have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn’t mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I’d lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over.My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently.The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2’’ and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled.“Mr. Riley?” I asked.“Yeah, you must be Anna?”I smiled. “Nice to meet you, sir.”He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid’s show in the next room.“Sorry about the mess,” Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. “I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”“It’s fine,” I said, smiling.“No, it’s embarrassing.” He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed.My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy.“This is Kyle,” he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father’s, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly.“Hi Kyle,” I said. “I’m Anna. I’m going to be here with you tonight.”“Say hi, Kyle,” Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy.“Hi,” Kyle said quietly.Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room.“I’ve got to finish getting ready for my meetings,” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind watching Kyle?”“Of course,” I replied, “that’s what I’m here for.” I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch.“Wanna play?” he asked softly.By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go.He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn’t exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It’s surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert.It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home.After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn’t take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open.I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.I yawned. “I guess so,” I answered, laughing. “I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep.”He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. “Did Kyle wear you out?”I smiled at him. “Well, it’s my fault, really.” I blushed. “I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I’m sorry.”“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr. Riley said. “It’s rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay.” He frowned for a moment. “Why did you feel bad for him?”I bit my lip nervously. “Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;”Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand.” I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, I know,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “It’s been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m supposed to balance him and my job.”I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said.“It’s okay,” I answered. “Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit.”He smiled at me again. “I’ll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn’t have to do that.”I smiled back. “It wasn’t a problem.”“Well, thanks. It really helped.”I picked up my bag. “Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?”“Yeah, go right ahead. It’s in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the couch as I walked away.I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom’s cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings.“I’m ready to come home now,” I said.“Sweetie, I’m so sorry!” she answered. “Haven’t you looked outside? It’s a blizzard out there.”I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. “I fell asleep, I hadn’t noticed.”“That explains why you didn’t answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won’t start in this weather and it’s snowed in the driveway.”“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll call a cab,” I told her.“Okay, well let me know when it picks you up.”I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch.“Do you have a phone book?” I asked. “My mom’s car won’t start, I need to call a taxi.”“Of course,” he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed.The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up.“Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company,” said a woman’s voice. “Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator.”I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. “The cab company shut down,” I told him.He nodded. “I thought they might have. The roads are awful.” He thought for a moment. “If it’s alright with you, you’re welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I’d drive you but I don’t want to wake Kyle.”I considered it for a moment. “It really seems like the only option,” I said quietly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”He smiled at me. “Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it’s the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I’ll go get the guest room ready.”I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley’s.“Well, alright,” she said, thought slightly reluctantly. “Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow.”I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn’t tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. “Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow.”I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle’s. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it.“There’s fresh sheets and everything in there,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear.”“That’s fine,” I replied quietly. “I can just sleep in this.”He blushed. “Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven’t cleared them out of our room yet. If you’d like you can grab something of hers.”I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall.We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as “our room,” as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn’t be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity.He turned around and smiled apologetically. “I should clean up, huh,” he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.I laughed softly. “It’s fine.”He motioned to the closet. “You can pick whatever you’d like. I’ll grab you a toothbrush.” With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom.I opened the closet door. It was all woman’s clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw it.There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn’t even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do.“Mommy?”I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle’s head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him.“No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?” I asked softly.His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite.“Shouldn’t you be in bed, buddy?” he asked.“Want Mommy!” Kyle shouted, then began to wail.Mr. Riley glanced at me. “Go ahead and change in there,” he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. “He doesn’t usually take long for me to calm down, but I’ll need to take him to the washroom.”I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men’s toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set.I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley’s pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn’t do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone.I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing.“Anna?” I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. “You found something, then?”I blushed. “Umm; sort of.” He looked at me, confused. “I found something, but I didn’t realize; well, it’s just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?”He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, but then shrugged. “It’s just for sleeping, though, it shouldn’t matter.”I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn’t think the same thing after he saw his wife’s clothes on me, but I shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” I said, turning and opening the door.When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley’s mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits.Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit.“So, it’s not too small then?” I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. “No; it’s fine;” I couldn’t help b

A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client’s house.Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn’t bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver’s license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner’s license.It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered.“Hello?”“My name is George Riley. I’m looking for Anna Marchand,” replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed.“You’ve reached her,” I said.“Oh; hi, Anna.  I’m a friend of the Anderson’s, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I’ve got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn’t available. I was wondering if you’d be available to watch my son.”I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn’t hear the water splash. “I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help.”“I really could,” he said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than your regular rate or anything;”"It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t mind, sir, really. I’d love to babysit for your son.”“Thank you so much,” he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. “His name is Kyle, and he’s three. I would need you from around five until pretty late.”“Not a problem,” I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me.Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley’s, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn’t want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else’s kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn’t have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway.I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep.I didn’t know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson’s were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn’t have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn’t mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I’d lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over.My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently.The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2’’ and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled.“Mr. Riley?” I asked.“Yeah, you must be Anna?”I smiled. “Nice to meet you, sir.”He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid’s show in the next room.“Sorry about the mess,” Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. “I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”“It’s fine,” I said, smiling.“No, it’s embarrassing.” He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed.My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy.“This is Kyle,” he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father’s, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly.“Hi Kyle,” I said. “I’m Anna. I’m going to be here with you tonight.”“Say hi, Kyle,” Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy.“Hi,” Kyle said quietly.Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room.“I’ve got to finish getting ready for my meetings,” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind watching Kyle?”“Of course,” I replied, “that’s what I’m here for.” I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch.“Wanna play?” he asked softly.By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go.He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn’t exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It’s surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert.It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home.After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn’t take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open.I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.I yawned. “I guess so,” I answered, laughing. “I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep.”He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. “Did Kyle wear you out?”I smiled at him. “Well, it’s my fault, really.” I blushed. “I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I’m sorry.”“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr. Riley said. “It’s rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay.” He frowned for a moment. “Why did you feel bad for him?”I bit my lip nervously. “Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;”Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand.” I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, I know,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “It’s been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m supposed to balance him and my job.”I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said.“It’s okay,” I answered. “Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit.”He smiled at me again. “I’ll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn’t have to do that.”I smiled back. “It wasn’t a problem.”“Well, thanks. It really helped.”I picked up my bag. “Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?”“Yeah, go right ahead. It’s in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the couch as I walked away.I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom’s cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings.“I’m ready to come home now,” I said.“Sweetie, I’m so sorry!” she answered. “Haven’t you looked outside? It’s a blizzard out there.”I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. “I fell asleep, I hadn’t noticed.”“That explains why you didn’t answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won’t start in this weather and it’s snowed in the driveway.”“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll call a cab,” I told her.“Okay, well let me know when it picks you up.”I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch.“Do you have a phone book?” I asked. “My mom’s car won’t start, I need to call a taxi.”“Of course,” he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed.The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up.“Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company,” said a woman’s voice. “Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator.”I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. “The cab company shut down,” I told him.He nodded. “I thought they might have. The roads are awful.” He thought for a moment. “If it’s alright with you, you’re welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I’d drive you but I don’t want to wake Kyle.”I considered it for a moment. “It really seems like the only option,” I said quietly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”He smiled at me. “Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it’s the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I’ll go get the guest room ready.”I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley’s.“Well, alright,” she said, thought slightly reluctantly. “Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow.”I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn’t tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. “Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow.”I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle’s. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it.“There’s fresh sheets and everything in there,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear.”“That’s fine,” I replied quietly. “I can just sleep in this.”He blushed. “Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven’t cleared them out of our room yet. If you’d like you can grab something of hers.”I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall.We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as “our room,” as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn’t be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity.He turned around and smiled apologetically. “I should clean up, huh,” he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.I laughed softly. “It’s fine.”He motioned to the closet. “You can pick whatever you’d like. I’ll grab you a toothbrush.” With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom.I opened the closet door. It was all woman’s clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw it.There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn’t even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do.“Mommy?”I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle’s head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him.“No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?” I asked softly.His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite.“Shouldn’t you be in bed, buddy?” he asked.“Want Mommy!” Kyle shouted, then began to wail.Mr. Riley glanced at me. “Go ahead and change in there,” he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. “He doesn’t usually take long for me to calm down, but I’ll need to take him to the washroom.”I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men’s toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set.I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley’s pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn’t do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone.I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing.“Anna?” I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. “You found something, then?”I blushed. “Umm; sort of.” He looked at me, confused. “I found something, but I didn’t realize; well, it’s just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?”He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, but then shrugged. “It’s just for sleeping, though, it shouldn’t matter.”I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn’t think the same thing after he saw his wife’s clothes on me, but I shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” I said, turning and opening the door.When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley’s mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits.Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit.“So, it’s not too small then?” I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. “No; it’s fine;” I couldn’t help b

A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client’s house.Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent’s fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.It wasn’t terrible, by any means. In fact, I took it quite seriously. I don’t mind children, and at most places I had full access to the fridge while I finished off my homework after putting the kids to bed. The pay wasn’t bad, either. I liked to play games with the kids and most of the time, the kids asked for me back before their parents did. I had a pretty steady clientele, most within walking distance of my house. It was convenient for me; I had procrastinated getting my driver’s license so long that I was 18 and still only had my learner’s license.It was late February when Mr. Riley called the first time. I gave my cell phone number out to my clients, and he was lucky enough to call me on one of my nights off. I was in the bathtub when I answered.“Hello?”“My name is George Riley. I’m looking for Anna Marchand,” replied the person on the other end. I immediately liked his voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was soft and smooth. I was almost tempted to consider it calming, but he sounded slightly stressed.“You’ve reached her,” I said.“Oh; hi, Anna.  I’m a friend of the Anderson’s, and they recommended you as a babysitter. I’ve got a few late meetings next Friday, and my regular sitter isn’t available. I was wondering if you’d be available to watch my son.”I shifted in the tub, hoping he didn’t hear the water splash. “I usually take Friday nights off, but it sounds like you could use the help.”“I really could,” he said. “I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than your regular rate or anything;”"It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t mind, sir, really. I’d love to babysit for your son.”“Thank you so much,” he said, sounding thoroughly relieved. “His name is Kyle, and he’s three. I would need you from around five until pretty late.”“Not a problem,” I said. I got the rest of the details from him, and made a note of his address. He lived on the other side of town, but I was sure my mom would be okay with driving me.Friday came along and I went home after school. I had worn a cute skirt to school and debated on wearing it to the Riley’s, but decided against it;  three year olds could be really active and I didn’t want to deal with the skirt. Instead I put on my favorite pair of jeans, dark blue and fitting snugly, with a tight blue scoop neck t-shirt. I never tried to dress provocatively when I went to babysit, but I did try to look fairly nice. I rarely got to go out with friends or boys, because I always seemed to be taking care of someone else’s kids. Usually I was alright with it; not dating just meant I didn’t have to deal with all the drama my friends did, and there were very few guys I knew that I was really interested in, anyway.I knew there was a reason for it. I would never tell any of my friends, but I found a lot of the men I babysat for much more appealing than any guy my age. I babysat for a lot of babies and toddlers, so their parents tended to be either late twenties or early thirties; not that much older than me, at any rate. A lot of the men were good-looking, and more than once I found my mind fixed on one of them while I got off before falling asleep.I didn’t know about Mr. Riley, though. The Anderson’s were a couple in their early forties, and since they had referenced me, I figured Mr. Riley might be a bit older than the usual men I babysat for. Even still, I put a little bit of effort into my outfit. The t-shirt clung nicely to my tits, which were a nice size; 36 C, and fairly firm. I had a push-up bra underneath, which showed just a hint of cleavage. It fit slightly looser around my stomach. While I would never consider myself fat, I didn’t have the hard, flat tummies that all my friends seemed to work towards. I didn’t mind, though. It was a small price to pay for having great hips and a round ass. I knew that if I tried to lose any weight, I’d lose those curves, and that was not something I was willing to give up to have a flat stomach. After putting on just a bit of makeup and brushing my long hair off my face, I grabbed my backpack and went to ask my mom to drive me over.My mom dropped me off at quarter to five. I walked up the driveway. The house was in a fairly good neighborhood and looked pretty nice. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently.The door was opened a few moments later by a man who, I was surprised to see, looked to be in his early thirties. He was good looking, about 6'2’’ and fairly toned, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was wearing a nice suit, but looking slightly frazzled.“Mr. Riley?” I asked.“Yeah, you must be Anna?”I smiled. “Nice to meet you, sir.”He smiled and opened the door. I turned around and waved at my mom, who had been waiting to make sure we had the right address. Mr. Riley led me into the house and offered to take my jacket. I smiled and gave it to him, looking around the house as he put it away. It was nice, but a little messy. There were toys everywhere and I could hear a TV playing a kid’s show in the next room.“Sorry about the mess,” Mr. Riley said, returning without my jacket. “I haven’t had time to clean anything up.”“It’s fine,” I said, smiling.“No, it’s embarrassing.” He smiled at me apologetically. I grinned. He was very attractive, especially when he smiled. I was glad I had put a bit of effort into my outfit, and briefly let myself wonder what he was like in bed.My thoughts were interrupted by a little boy rushing into the front hall. Mr. Riley turned and lifted the boy.“This is Kyle,” he said. Kyle looked at me shyly, but he was smiling. He was absolutely adorable, with big brown eyes just like his father’s, and lighter brown hair that fell in his face. He had a smudge of dirt across his cheek and his father wiped it off tenderly.“Hi Kyle,” I said. “I’m Anna. I’m going to be here with you tonight.”“Say hi, Kyle,” Mr. Riley said, nudging the little boy.“Hi,” Kyle said quietly.Mr. Riley put him down and Kyle ran back into the other room.“I’ve got to finish getting ready for my meetings,” he said. “If you wouldn’t mind watching Kyle?”“Of course,” I replied, “that’s what I’m here for.” I walked into the other room and sat on the couch. Kyle looked up from the floor, where he was playing with some cars. I smiled at him, and he stood up, picking his toys up and walking over to the couch.“Wanna play?” he asked softly.By the time Mr. Riley poked his head in to tell me he was leaving, Kyle and I were playing cars. Kyle hardly noticed his father leaving, making my job easier. Kids always hate it when their parents go.He was a good kid, and very talkative. We played cars until I decided it was time for him to eat. Over dinner, Kyle told me about his mom. I wasn’t exceptionally surprised to find out that his parents were divorced, but I was shocked to find out how much Kyle knew about it; especially how easily he told me about how his mother just walked out. It’s surprising how much information kids can absorb, and I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert.It was probably a bad decision on my part; the extra sugar hyped him up so much that I had trouble getting him to bed. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was an hour and a half past his bedtime, and I was exhausted from chasing him around. I felt bad for disobeying what Mr. Riley had asked, but figured I could explain it when he got home.After Kyle was asleep, I tidied up the den and kitchen before settling myself on the couch. I turned the TV on and started studying. It didn’t take me long to finish my homework, so I spent some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that Mr. Riley had on the coffee table, checking on Kyle every once in a while. I was so tired that I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was startled awake when I heard the front door open.I sat up and a magazine fell off my lap just as Mr. Riley entered the room. He smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.I yawned. “I guess so,” I answered, laughing. “I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep.”He laughed and entered the room, bending down to pick up the magazine I dropped. “Did Kyle wear you out?”I smiled at him. “Well, it’s my fault, really.” I blushed. “I felt kind of bad for him, so I gave him a little extra ice cream after dinner. He went to bed a little later than you said. I’m sorry.”“Oh, that’s fine,” Mr. Riley said. “It’s rare that he likes babysitters, so a little extra ice cream might have been okay.” He frowned for a moment. “Why did you feel bad for him?”I bit my lip nervously. “Well, he just started talking about; about his mom; and I just;”Mr. Riley smiled, holding a hand up to cut me off. "I understand.” I took a good look at Mr. Riley. He had a young-looking face, but he looked tired and really tense. His tie was loosened slightly and he had taken off his jacket, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up. He caught me looking at him and laughed a bit. “I’m a mess, I know,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “It’s been hard since; well; she just left. I love my son but she was the one who stayed home with him. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m supposed to balance him and my job.”I smiled, a little unsure of what to say, and he seemed to notice. “Sorry,” he said.“It’s okay,” I answered. “Well, you know, if you need help I can always come over and babysit.”He smiled at me again. “I’ll keep it in mind. And thanks for cleaning up, you didn’t have to do that.”I smiled back. “It wasn’t a problem.”“Well, thanks. It really helped.”I picked up my bag. “Would you mind if I used your phone to call my mom?”“Yeah, go right ahead. It’s in the kitchen.” He leaned back against the couch as I walked away.I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing my mom’s cell number. My mom picked up after a few rings.“I’m ready to come home now,” I said.“Sweetie, I’m so sorry!” she answered. “Haven’t you looked outside? It’s a blizzard out there.”I glanced out the window, surprised to see a ton of snow and the wind howling. “I fell asleep, I hadn’t noticed.”“That explains why you didn’t answer your cell phone. I keep telling you not to have it on silent. Hon, the car won’t start in this weather and it’s snowed in the driveway.”“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll call a cab,” I told her.“Okay, well let me know when it picks you up.”I assured her I would, and hung up. I walked back to the living room, where Mr. Riley was still sitting on the couch.“Do you have a phone book?” I asked. “My mom’s car won’t start, I need to call a taxi.”“Of course,” he said, standing up. We walked back to the kitchen and he grabbed it out of a drawer, leaning against the counter as I dialed.The phone rang once before a recorded message picked up.“Thank you for calling Yellow Cab Company,” said a woman’s voice. “Because of the storm in your region this evening, we are unable to provide taxi service. If you are calling in regards to anything else, please press zero to speak with an operator.”I hung up slowly, turning to Mr. Riley. “The cab company shut down,” I told him.He nodded. “I thought they might have. The roads are awful.” He thought for a moment. “If it’s alright with you, you’re welcome to spend the night here. We have an extra room. I’d drive you but I don’t want to wake Kyle.”I considered it for a moment. “It really seems like the only option,” I said quietly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”He smiled at me. “Not at all. You were so helpful tonight, it’s the least I can do. Call and tell your mother, I’ll go get the guest room ready.”I called my mom back, telling her I would be staying at the Riley’s.“Well, alright,” she said, thought slightly reluctantly. “Remember to help Mrs. Riley make breakfast tomorrow.”I pursed my lips, thinking it would be best if I didn’t tell her that there was no Mrs. Riley. “Alright, Mom, see you tomorrow.”I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, where a light was coming from the room next to Kyle’s. Mr. Riley came out as I was walking towards it.“There’s fresh sheets and everything in there,” he whispered. “But I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear.”“That’s fine,” I replied quietly. “I can just sleep in this.”He blushed. “Well, my wife left some of her things; I haven’t cleared them out of our room yet. If you’d like you can grab something of hers.”I blushed in reply, but nodded, seeing as sleeping in my jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Riley quietly moved past me and motioned for me to follow him down the hall.We entered a big master suite, and I bit my lip a bit when I saw it. Not only had Mr. Riley referred to it as “our room,” as though his wife was still there, half the room looked like it hadn’t be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity.He turned around and smiled apologetically. “I should clean up, huh,” he said in a bit of a louder voice, obviously trying to joke a bit.I laughed softly. “It’s fine.”He motioned to the closet. “You can pick whatever you’d like. I’ll grab you a toothbrush.” With that, he turned and walked into the ensuite bathroom.I opened the closet door. It was all woman’s clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw it.There was a section specifically for pajamas. Mrs. Riley had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and I blushed looking at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Riley, and I wondered what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. I rifled through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. They felt musty, as though she hadn’t even moved them around for ages, even before she left. Dust bounced into the air as I rifled through the clothes. After looking through everything, I finally decided on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. I pulled it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but deciding it would have to do.“Mommy?”I whirled around, suddenly hearing a small voice behind me. Kyle’s head was poked through the slightly ajar door, looking at me. I smiled at him.“No, Anna. Remember me, Kyle?” I asked softly.His face welled up immediately, and I looked at him helplessly for a moment. At that point, Mr. Riley came out of the ensuite.“Shouldn’t you be in bed, buddy?” he asked.“Want Mommy!” Kyle shouted, then began to wail.Mr. Riley glanced at me. “Go ahead and change in there,” he said, pointing to the ensuite bathroom. “He doesn’t usually take long for me to calm down, but I’ll need to take him to the washroom.”I watched as Mr. Riley picked Kyle up and began to walk down the hall. I walked slowly into the ensuite. It was nicely decorated, with a lot of men’s toiletries on the counter. I slowly stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and took of my bra before pulling on the pajama set.I immediately regretted choosing to wear Mrs. Riley’s pajamas. She must have been much skinnier than me, and a lot shorter. I pulled the tank top over my tits with a lot of effort. The material was stretched across my chest and the hem ended a few inches above my naval. The shorts were a little easier to get into, but were still fairly tight, and a lot shorter than I thought they would be; they were practically briefs. I couldn’t do up the drawstring, so I just left it undone.I stared in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising my appearance. I glanced around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but found nothing.“Anna?” I heard Mr. Riley call softly. I opened the door and poked my head out to see Mr. Riley standing in the center of the room. He smiled. “You found something, then?”I blushed. “Umm; sort of.” He looked at me, confused. “I found something, but I didn’t realize; well, it’s just that; I guess she was a bit smaller than me?”He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, but then shrugged. “It’s just for sleeping, though, it shouldn’t matter.”I glanced in the mirror again. I had a feeling that Mr. Riley wouldn’t think the same thing after he saw his wife’s clothes on me, but I shrugged. “I guess you’re right,” I said, turning and opening the door.When I stepped into the room, Mr. Riley’s mouth dropped open and I blushed immediately. He looked me up and down, staring at my body, and primarily at my tits.Normally, I would have been embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable, being looked at like. I would have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. I mean, I wonder sometimes, but thinking about the men I babysit for and actually have them stare at me are two very different things. Mr. Riley, however, was a very good-looking man. I guess my next few actions I blame on that, and the fact that as someone who babysat nearly all the time, I hardly ever got the opportunity to get laid. I let Mr. Riley stare at me for a good minute before I giggled a bit.“So, it’s not too small then?” I said, blushing as he tore his eyes off my body and looked up at me before glancing back at the floor.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice breaking a bit. “No; it’s fine;” I couldn’t help b

Send us Fan MailToday's guest is Zoë Bean, tattooer, artist, and general curator of beautiful oddities in South Orange, New Jersey. She co-owns Keepsake Studios and Keepsake Collectables with her partner, Sweetie, blending tattoos, antiques, and pressed botanicals into something entirely her own. She's also the artist behind my alligator-and-bird back piece. We talk about our Baba Yaga vibes, the pros and cons of overalls, the liminal space of pain, and ask the question, what exactly is girl cold.Leave a message through the Speaker Box. Share an observation about getting older, identity shifts, health, or whatever strange realization has been keeping you up at night — or ask me a question you'd like answered on the show. Keep it short, and your message may be played on the AGECRAFT After Dark Podcast!Leave your message for the Speaker Box here.Watch this episode on YouTube here.  To learn more about Zoe, you can find her here.For more AGECRAFT content, join the Substack here. To work with Julia and/or learn more about her, go here.  CBDMD website here.Use code julia_g_wellness to get 15% off Episode SponsorBe one of the helpers! SUBSCRIBE to this podcast on APPLE PODCASTS or SPOTIFY and leave us a review on APPLE PODCASTS. 

Keep It Positive, Sweetie is more than a podcast—it’s a movement rooted in purpose, faith, and healing. Hosted by Crystal Renee Hayslett, this show creates a safe space for raw conversations and real connections that uplift, inspire, and empower. Each episode brings together culture-shifting guests for unfiltered talks on love, self-worth, growth, and navigating life with grace and grit. Whether we’re laughing, learning, or leaning into tough truths, the goal is always the same: to keep it honest, keep it healing, and always… Keep It Positive, Sweetie. Listen here and subscribe to Keep it Positive, Sweetie on the iHeartRadio app or wherever you get your podcasts!Steve Harvey Morning Show Online: http://www.steveharveyfm.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode, we're joined by two of the adult industry's top performing stars, Ameena Green and Shweetie, for a hilarious, honest, and completely unfiltered conversation.  They share some of their wildest dating experiences, talk about crazy behind-the-scenes stories from being on set, and discuss what people often misunderstand about working in the adult entertainment industry. From funny moments to horror stories, nothing is off limits in this conversation.We also dive into the business side of the industry, where Amina and Sweetie break down the differences between OnlyFans, independent content creation, and signing with major adult entertainment companies, including which paths can be the most profitable and why many creators are choosing to go independent.The conversation also touches on dating expectations, attraction preferences, and relationship dynamics, including how long the perfect romantic night should last and what they personally look for in partners.To make things even more entertaining, we play a fun game with them during the episode that leads to some hilarious and unexpected moments our audience definitely won't want to miss.If you've ever been curious about the real stories, the business, and the personalities behind the industry, this episode delivers plenty of laughs, surprising insights, and unforgettable moments.FOR UNCENSORED EPISODES, BEHIND THE SCENES CONTENT, AND MORE, PLEASE SUBSCRIBE TO OUR PATREON!Connect with Everyday is Friday ShowFollow Us On All Socials:http://patreon.com/everydayisfridayshow http://instagram.com/everydayisfridayshow   http://facebook.com/everydayisfridayshow  http://tiktok.com/@everydayisfridayshowhttp://twitter.com/edifshow  Follow Your Favorite Hosts:Robiiiworld http://instagram.com/robiiiworldTeddy2Stupid http://instagram.com/teddy2stupidFollow Our Special Guest:Ameena Green  http://instagram.com/theameenagreenShweetie  http://instagram.com/shweetie

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We're the second highest scoring podcast in the world, and we won't apologize for it! This week, we cover Bam's (kinda) record breaking game, the lack of CBA, a new Sweetie added to the list, team USA and a whole lot more Thank you for subscribing. Leave a comment or share this episode.

“It was only a matter of time before we drew this out of a hat…” - Andrew On this week's episode, Listener Request Month heads to deep space as we talk about the legendary sci-fi failure, Supernova! How many Academy Award-nominees does it take to fix a big-budget nightmare? Is this the horniest studio science fiction film? Is Robert Forster's character getting a doctorate in cartoon studies? Despite it all, these are some pretty good ship and space effects. What's that orb's deal, really? And how many studio executives can you cram into one on-set writing trailer? PLUS: The return of the VHS Trailer Game!Supernova stars James Spader, Angela Bassett, Robert Forster, Lou Diamond Phillips, Peter Facinelli, Robin Tunney, Wilson Cruz, and Vanessa Marshall as the voice of Sweetie; directed by “Thomas Lee.”This episode is sponsored in part by Pestie! Bugs hate to see you coming with Pestie. Go to https://pestie.com/WHM for 10% off your order.And also by GhostBed! Right now, as a WHM listener, you can take an extra 10% off your order. Just go to ghostbed.com/whm and use promo code WHM at checkout. That's ghostbed.com/whm, code WHM, for an extra 10% off site-wide.Be sure to catch us on the road in Minneapolis on 3/20 and Chicago on 3/22 where we'll be talking Conan the Barbarian and Big respectively. Tickets on sale now! Be sure to visit the WHM Merch shop over on Dashery and check out all the latest show-related designs you can slap on t-shirts, hats, coffee mugs, stickers, whatever! Make your friends jealous by flaunting some WHM merch today!  Original cover art by Felipe Sobreiro.

Keli Holiday, also known as Adam Hyde from Peking Duck has joined us in studio to chat all things from his relationship with Influencer Abbie Chatfield, how he maintains his multiple persona's and has even revealed that we'll be getting a taste of some new music later this month!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week we're getting real about the Frida Baby controversy that's been all over the internet. In this episode's “Mom, Can You Come Pick Me Up?” segment, Sazan shares her honest take as a mom of three and longtime creator — especially after having worked with the brand in the past.Plus, life lately includes a surreal visit to the White House, Sweetie's TENTH birthday, Tyra Banks Netflix series and an upcoming trip to Los Angeles to interview Sazan's most trusted beauty advisor. Leave a voice memo in the hotline below if you have any beauty treatment, botox, fillers, skincare questions!!IFN Hotline: hereWatch on video: hereFollow us on Instagram: @imfunnow.podcastFollow Saz on Instagram: @SazanVisit the website: here Shop Sazan's Amazon Storefront: here I'm Fun Now finds: hereSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this episode of Holyrood Sources, Calum Macdonald, Geoff Aberdein, and Andy Maciver dive into the latest bombshell polling that shows a record low for Scottish Labour and a stunning breakthrough for Reform UK. With the Scottish election looming, can Anas Sarwar distance himself from a struggling Keir Starmer, or is the SNP set to dominate once again?What we discuss:The Sarwar vs. Starmer Rift: 52% of Scots support Sarwar's call for Starmer to resign—but will it save Labour at the polls?The Reform UK Surge: Analyzing the projection of 22 seats for Nigel Farage's party in Scotland.The IFS Warning: Is Scotland's "free stuff" culture sustainable? We discuss the looming cuts to tuition and prescriptions.Business in Crisis: A listener's warning on business rates and the risk of mass redundancies before May.The Islands Forum Scrapped: Why has the UK government axed a key link for Scotland's island communities?Connect with us:

When it comes to Valentine's Day, which state is the worst at celebrating it?? Well when we look at certain factors, one being divorce lawyers, it doesn't look so great for California...Every year we like to give people the chance to sing live on air for their loved ones. Here is this year's wild edition of Serenade Your SweetieToday is Galentine's Day, a day where all the girls get together to get together and complain about their boyfriends and husbands right before the most romantic day ever. Well we got the hookup for the best movies to watch with your girls.

Every year we let people sing to their loved ones live on air with Serenade Your Sweetie. We had an interesting batch this year but we know they are full of love

In this episode, I start off talking about those Black queer dating show spinoffs and why being unique is a must. Then, I get into my weekend in Atlanta—yes, it was a vibe—until I had a less-than-cute experience at the Morehouse bookstore. We end the show on that note—because even the best weekends have a little drama.—Don't forget to subscribe, like, and give me my 10s in the comments!X: @LNwithSylvesterEmail: LateNightwithSylvester@gmail.comIntro Audio IG: @perfectprophetMusic: Summer Walker - Playing Games (Leonce Remix)*I do not own the rights to this music.

Every year we let people sing to their loved ones live on air with Serenade Your Sweetie. We had an interesting batch this year but we know they are full of love

When it comes to Valentine's Day, which state is the worst at celebrating it?? Well when we look at certain factors, one being divorce lawyers, it doesn't look so great for California...Every year we like to give people the chance to sing live on air for their loved ones. Here is this year's wild edition of Serenade Your SweetieToday is Galentine's Day, a day where all the girls get together to get together and complain about their boyfriends and husbands right before the most romantic day ever. Well we got the hookup for the best movies to watch with your girls.

On this episode of The Karen Kenney Show, I talk about what it really means to be “in the commitment business.”I share some stories about yoga classes, Spiritual Mentoring, and my Sweetie's life as a professional musician to illustrate the difference between being committed to the idea of change -vs- taking the gosh-dang consistent actions that actually create it!We'll look at human nature, the psychology of commitment, and how places like Planet Fitness - and personal items, like unused guitars, and dusty yoga mats - reveal what we're committed to (or not). Ha!I also invite you to take an honest look at your life and ask, “What am I committed to this year?”, so you can align your time, energy, and resources with what truly matters most.You'll hear one of my favorite quotes about commitment (it's a good one!), learn why I always say, “The Universe can't get behind wishy-washy”…And we get to consider the magical notion that when we fully commit - Providence often opens unforeseen doors, and provides people, support, and opportunities that we never could have planned for or dreamed of. ❤️KAREN KENNEY BIO:Karen Kenney is a certified Spiritual Mentor, Writer, Podcaster and Coach.She's known for her dynamic storytelling, her sense of humor, her Boston accent, and her no-bullshit approach to spirituality, self-development, and transformational work.She's has been a yoga teacher since 1999, and a Thai Yoga Massage practitioner since 2008. She's a speaker, workshop + retreat leader, and a certified Gateless Writing Instructor. She's also the host of The Karen Kenney Show podcast.KK coaches clients individually in her 1:1 program THE QUEST and in her personalized HEART-TO-HEART DAY via Voxer. She also leads a group program and community called THE NEST.Her down-to-earth approach brings together tools, resources, and stories that coach both the conscious and unconscious mind.She offers a fun and effective combination of Integrative Coaching and Spiritual Mentorship that shifts perceptions, invites self-awareness, and deepens self-knowledge… paired with powerful, science-based pattern interrupts, anxiety-stoppers, and research-backed protocols that train your brain.Her work is designed to encourage independence (not co-dependence) for her clients and to help people learn to better know, love, and trust themselves!CONNECT WITH KAREN:Website: http://karenkenney.com/Podcast: https://www.karenkenney.com/podcastFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/karenkenneylive/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/karenkenneylive/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@KarenKenney

Life constantly tempts us to measure contentment by what we lack—but Scripture tells a different story. This Christian devotional explores how God is more than enough, even in a culture driven by comparison, accumulation, and the constant pursuit of “more.” Rooted in Psalm 4:7, this devotion invites believers to rediscover joy, peace, and lasting satisfaction found not in possessions, but in a secure relationship with God. Highlights Contentment grows when we focus on what God provides, not what we lack God’s joy surpasses material abundance and worldly success Gratitude reshapes our perspective in seasons of comparison True security comes from God, not possessions or financial stability Spiritual blessings in Christ are eternal and unshakeable God’s promises bring peace even in uncertain circumstances When we have God, we truly have more than enough Do you want to listen ad-free? When you join Crosswalk Plus, you gain access to exclusive, in-depth Bible study guides, devotionals, sound biblical advice, and daily encouragement from trusted pastors and authors—resources designed to strengthen your faith and equip you to live it out boldly. PLUS ad free podcasts! Sign Up Today! This episode is sponsored by Trinity Debt Management. If you are struggling with debt call Trinity today. Trinity's counselors have the knowledge and resources to make a difference. Our intention is to help people become debt-free, and most importantly, remain debt-free for keeps!" If your debt has you down, we should talk. Call us at 1-800-793-8548 | https://trinitycredit.org TrinityCredit – Call us at 1-800-793-8548. Whether we're helping people pay off their unsecured debt or offering assistance to those behind in their mortgage payments. https://trinitycredit.org Full Transcript Below: More Than Enough By Cindi McMenamin Bible Reading:“You have put gladness in my heart,More than when their grain and new wine abound.” (Psalm 4:7 NASB) I remember the day we were driving home from a store, and my teenage daughter was complaining to me about all that she didn’t have—a new car like the one being driven by her 16-year-old friend who just got her driver’s license, expansive homes her friends lived in with more rooms than their families needed, the latest electronic gadgets, brand-name clothing, the highest-priced handbags. Weary of constantly being reminded of what we didn’t have that her friends’ families did, I finally blew! “Do you realize what we do have?” I snapped. “You have a roof over your head, and these days, that should be enough!” Apparently, my words struck a chord with her. Her face fell, and she sadly told me of another one of her friends who was losing her home due to her parents’ job loss. Immediately, my tone softened as I realized my daughter had already been convicted by her own words. We prayed for the family that was losing their hom,e and then I silently prayed for wisdom to turn that topic into a teaching moment. “You know, Sweetie,” I told her softly, as I continued to drive, “a lot of people around us are losing their homes. That’s why it’s important for us to not only think about what we have and be grateful for it, but to focus on what we have that we will never lose.” She looked at me, puzzled, for a moment. And then she got it. We immediately began to recount all that we have that can never be taken from us: The love we have for each other in our family The memories we’ve had in our three-bedroom condo (and the small two-bedroom home we owned prior to that) The unconditional love of God (Romans 5:8) The gift of our salvation (Ephesians 2:8-9) A promised mansion in Eternity (John 14:2-3) I realized that day that my daughter is not the only one who often wishes she had more. It’s easy for me, at times, to look at what others have and be envious. It’s natural for me to sometimes wish I had a little more money to indulge in my desires. But so often I forget all I do have…and that it is more than enough. So often, we go through life looking at what others have and wondering when our ship will come in. Then we remember we have a God who owns the cattle on a thousand hills (Psalm 50:10), a God who has gone to prepare a place for us and who will come again and receive us to Himself so that where He is, we will be—forever (John 14:3). In Psalm 4, David begins his song by asking God for relief from his distress. But then he must have remembered what he had, because he finished his song with a perspective of joy: “You have put joy in my heart,More than when their grain and new wine are abundant.In peace I will both lie down and sleep,For You alone, Lord, have me dwell in safety” (verses 7-8). In The Message translation, verse 7 reads: “I have God’s more-than-enough, more joy in one ordinary day than they get in all their shopping sprees.” That sounds like a song I should be singing every day that I begin to forget my blessings and start longing for more. Intersecting Faith & Life: God is our true source of security in an insecure world…and He is the Only One who satisfies in a culture where we can never seem to get enough. When we have Him—along with His promises for provision, protection, and peace—we have “more than enough.” Can you draw strength from knowing that you have God’s more-than-enough, even if at times it doesn’t look like quite enough? Thank Him today for all that you have, as well as for the blessings that you don’t yet see. The Bible says if we belong to Christ, God has blessed us in the heavenly realm with every spiritual blessing in Christ (Ephesians 1:3). And if we “share in His sufferings” we are “heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ” (Romans 8:17). Joint heirs with God! Think about that. We are heirs of all that is His. Now that’s an inheritance. That’s a future. And that is more than enough. Further Reading:Ephesians 1:3-14 For a daily awareness of all you have in your relationship with Christ, see Cindi’s book, The New Loneliness Devotional: 50 Days to a Closer Connection with God. Discover more Christian podcasts at lifeaudio.com and inquire about advertising opportunities at lifeaudio.com/contact-us.

In this episode of Keep it Positive, Sweetie, host Chris Renee Hazel speaks with Dr Joseph Walker III about his journey into leadership, starting from his early days in the church at 24, navigating faith, loneliness, marriage, and legacy. They discuss his new book 'Pursuit of Purpose: Peace by Piece,' which reflects on understanding life's challenges as pieces of a bigger puzzle, leading to purpose and peace. Bishop Walker shares insights on stewardship, humility, the importance of empathy in leadership, and finding purpose amidst pain. He also talks about the balance between pastoral duties, family life, and entrepreneurial ventures, emphasizing the significance of recognizing and nurturing one's unique purpose. Connect @luvCrystalRenee @josephwalker3 Visit: CrystalReneeHayslett.com Read: Pursuit of Purpose Peace by Piece By Dr. Joseph WalkerSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of the 'Keep it Positive, Sweetie' show, host Chrystal Renee shares an anecdote about her challenging travel experience and emphasizes the importance of having supportive, prayerful people in one's life. She welcomes actress Terri J Vaughan, known for her roles on the Steve Harvey Show and Netflix's Miss Governor. They discuss their journeys in the entertainment industry, touching on faith, perseverance, and finding success despite numerous challenges. Terri reflects on her 20 years of pitching her show and the importance of living life fully, balancing career and family, and trusting one's inner purpose. The conversation concludes with a prayer for all attendees, asking for God's guidance, grace, and swift answers to their prayers. Connect @luvCrystalRenee @terrijvaughn Visit: CrystalReneeHayslett.comSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this powerful and transparent episode of Keep It Positive, Sweetie, Crystal Renee Hayslett sits down with Grammy Award–winning artist, author, and thought leader Lecrae for a candid conversation rooted in truth and growth. Together, they unpack faith, identity, mental health, public scrutiny, and what it really means to live authentically—especially when your journey is unfolding in the public eye. With honesty, vulnerability, and mutual respect, this conversation creates space for healing, reflection, and hope, reminding listeners that purpose is often found on the other side of hard conversations.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hello Happy Hour! This week, we talk about some movies we are excited to see come out!! Duce talks about the pettiness in the Ditty Documentary, and Ariel talks about her thoughts on the new Taylor Swift docu-series!! Have a great week, everyone!

In this episode of 'Keep It Positive, Sweetie,'host Crystal Renee Hayslett sits down with the multi-talented Brian Jordan Jr., known for his role on Tyler Perry's 'Sisters.' Brian shares his journey from his childhood in Louisiana, through his struggles and triumphs in the entertainment industry, to his recent ventures, including his passion project 'Riley the Musical.' He reflects on the impact of Hurricane Katrina, his educational path, and the importance of black representation in theater. Brian also opens up about the personal challenges he has faced, such as body image issues and the pressures of public life. With a focus on his growth, faith, and the people who have supported him along the way, See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of The First Day from The Fund Raising School, host Bill Stanczykiewicz, Ed.D., is joined by Darian Rodriguez Heyman and Cheryl Contee, MBA, co-authors of AI for Nonprofits: Putting Artificial Intelligence to Work for Your Cause, to demystify what artificial intelligence means for the social sector. Spoiler alert: it's not a robot apocalypse, it's an efficiency revolution. From donor research to budgeting, from strategic planning to personalized thank-you letters, AI isn't just the future, it's already on your desktop. As Darian puts it, AI is “the new electricity,” and when responsibly leveraged, it can energize every part of your mission. But hold on to your server, there's some fear in the air. Cheryl addresses common anxieties head-on, including worries about job loss, high costs, or that AI will take over the planet (or at least the inbox). Her response? “Sweetie, honey, baby… AI is already here.” And you're probably already using it: think email filters, scheduling tools, and CRMs. The goal isn't to replace humans; it's to give them more time to do the human stuff, like building relationships and earning trust. With countless low-cost and free tools available, Cheryl argues that AI offers a chance to double your capacity, without doubling your payroll. Of course, with great power comes great responsibility. Darian dives into the very real concerns about data privacy, accuracy, and inclusion. Whether it's protecting donor information or acknowledging AI's occasional habit of confidently making things up, the solution is human oversight and intentional design. He encourages nonprofits to build custom AI tools trained on their organization's mission and voice, emphasizing that AI should always serve the people, never replace them. And while the tech is exciting, it's not the hero of the story. The beneficiaries are. Always. So what now? Cheryl and Darian offer a roadmap for using AI to raise more money, increase impact, and reconnect with supporters. From segmenting donors to boosting grantwriting, automating admin tasks to predicting major gift readiness, AI can help you do more with less, if you're willing to learn the tools and keep your mission front and center. Because at the end of the day, AI doesn't understand hunger or homelessness or the power of live theater. But you do. And now, with a little robot backup, you just might have the time to answer all those emails.

Keep It Positive, Sweetie is more than a podcast—it’s a movement rooted in purpose, faith, and healing. Hosted by Crystal Renee Hayslett, this show creates a safe space for raw conversations and real connections that uplift, inspire, and empower. Each episode brings together culture-shifting guests for unfiltered talks on love, self-worth, growth, and navigating life with grace and grit. Whether we’re laughing, learning, or leaning into tough truths, the goal is always the same: to keep it honest, keep it healing, and always… Keep It Positive, Sweetie. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this powerful episode of Keep It Positive, Sweetie, host Crystal Renée Hayslett welcomes Grammy-Award-winning and Gospel Hall of Fame artist, preacher, and author Jekalyn Carr - for an unfiltered conversation about faith, calling, and divine purpose. From navigating seasons of doubt to walking boldly into one’s destiny, Jekalyn gets real about her journey—praying for destiny helpers—and offers wisdom on how to steward influence for God’s Kingdom.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The group from Union Point moves into their new homes on the tiny plot of land near Lake Merritt. They run their own security and decide who comes into their space. But then, on a Monday morning in March, we hear devastating news…A fire burns through the plot of land on E12th. Is this the end of the experiment, or will the group keep building?This episode contains strong language & graphic imagery. Please take care while listening. Thank you to the entire cast from A Tiny Plot for sharing your story with us.Hosted and produced by Shaina Shealy. Edited by Anna Sussman, original music by Renzo Gorrio, engineering by Pat Mesiti-Miller. Director of Production: Marisa Dodge. Executive Producers: Glynn Washington and Mark Ristich. Artwork: Teo Ducot.Special thanks: Jen Chien, Catherine Winter, the City of Oakland, Sweetie at the Travel Inn, Ryan Finnegan, Will Craft, JP Dobrin, Thomas Brouns, Sukey Lewis, Alistair Boone, The Street Spirit, KQED legal, and Ott House Audio.Episode 5 of 5. You can listen to the entire series now!  Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices

Mama D, President Matt, and the rest of the group are finally seeing their experiment in co-governance take shape. They built their security sheds and saw their tiny homes for the first time. But when Nino Parker stepped onto the sidewalk in a neck brace, on crutches, it was clear that the group was about to face a whole new level of chaos.  This episode contains strong language & graphic imagery. Please take care while listening. Thank you to the entire cast from A Tiny Plot for sharing your story with us.A Tiny Plot is a new 5-part series from KQED's Snap Studios, hosted and produced by Shaina Shealy. Edited by Anna Sussman, original music by Renzo Gorrio, engineering by Pat Mesiti-Miller. Director of Production: Marisa Dodge. Executive Producers: Glynn Washington and Mark Ristich. Artwork: Teo Ducot.Special thanks: Jen Chien, Catherine Winter, the City of Oakland, Sweetie at the Travel Inn, Ryan Finnegan, Will Craft, JP Dobrin, Thomas Brouns, Sukey Lewis, Alistair Boone, The Street Spirit, KQED legal, and Ott House Audio.Episode 4 of 5. Listen on any podcast platform, right here on Snap Judgment!  Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices

Mama D sees that the future of the experiment is up to her and what she decides: Lead the group to the plot of land offered by the city, hope and pray for a magical new plot, or disband the group and dissolve the experiment. Following weeks of indecision, Mama D makes a choice. And while everyone from the group was hard at work to turn their dream into reality, they didn't seem to notice a major problem with the set-up. A fault line of sorts.  This episode contains strong language & graphic imagery. Please take care while listening. Big thanks to the entire cast from A Tiny Plot for sharing your worlds with us.A Tiny Plot is a new 5-part series from KQED's Snap Studios, hosted and produced by Shaina Shealy. Edited by Anna Sussman, original music by Renzo Gorrio, engineering by Pat Mesiti-Miller. Director of Production: Marisa Dodge. Executive Producers: Glynn Washington and Mark Ristich. Artwork: Teo Ducot.Specials thanks: Jen Chien, Catherine Winter, the City of Oakland, Sweetie at the Travel Inn, Ryan Finnegan, Will Craft, JP Dobrin, Thomas Brouns, Sukey Lewis, Alistair Boone, The Street Spirit, KQED legal, and Ott House Audio.Episode 3 of 5. Episodes drop on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Listen on any podcast platform, right here on Snap Judgment!  Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices

The standoff between Public Works and the group from Union Point Park ends with a handshake -- a deal to build a new kind of housing community funded by the city where homeless residents make their own rules. But right away, the civility of this agreement seems to break down. And after months of waiting, the group from Union Point Park finally gets a plot of land on E12th street for their radical experiment. But there's a big problem with the land. It's something that leaves the future of this experiment in limbo.This episode contains strong language & graphic imagery. Please take care while listening. A Tiny Plot is a new 5-part series from KQED's Snap Studios. Host and Reporter Shaina Shealy takes listeners inside an encampment in Oakland for an against-all-odds story about scarcity, community, and the complexity of building something new from the margins of a broken system. What happens when people who've been shut out of a system that has failed them decide to take the lead? Disaster, and unexpected beauty. Big thanks to the entire cast from A Tiny Plot for sharing your worlds with us.Hosted and produced by Shaina Shealy. Edited by Anna Sussman, original music by Renzo Gorrio, engineering by Pat Mesiti-Miller. Director of Production: Marisa Dodge. Executive Producers: Glynn Washington and Mark Ristich. Artwork: Teo Ducot.Specials thanks: Jen Chien, Catherine Winter, the City of Oakland, Sweetie at the Travel Inn, Ryan Finnegan, Will Craft, JP Dobrin, Thomas Brouns, Sukey Lewis, Alistair Boone, The Street Spirit, KQED legal, and Ott House Audio.Episode 2 of 5. Episodes drop on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Listen on any podcast platform, right here on Snap Judgment!  Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices

The Hebrew word חמוד, which means ‘cute' or ‘sweet,' could be used in several ways, depending on the context and intonation. But just like in English, calling someone ‘sweetie' in Hebrew isn't always a good thing! Listen to Guy's explanation on how ‘hamud' can be either endearing or angry. Hear the All-Hebrew Episode on Patreon   New Words and Expressions: Hamood – Cute, sweet – חמוד Lahmod – To covet – לחמוד Alhamdullila – Praise be to God – אלחמדולילה “She-yihyu lecha male yeladim hamudim” – May you have a lot of cute kids – שיהיו לך מלא ילדים חמודים Hamuuud, todah! – Sweet, thanks! – חמוד, תודה  Ma kara lach, hamuda? – What happened to you, sweetie? – מה קרה לך, חמודה “Al tikre'I li hamuda” – Don't call me ‘darling' – אל תקראי לי חמודה “Hamudi, bo hena” – Sweetie, come here – חמודי, בוא הנה “Omrim li she-ani hamud” – Everybody tells me I am cute – אומרים לי שאני חמוד Yeled hamud ba-kita – Cute boy in the class – ילד חמוד בכיתה Eize hamud – How cute – איזה חמוד   Playlist and Clips: Opick feat. Amanda – Alhamdulillah Efrat Gosh – She-yihye Lecha Tov (lyrics) Rami Kleinstein – Tapuhim u-tmarim (lyrics) Majid Al Muhandas – Hamudi

Using broken refrigerators, mattresses and dishwashers, residents of Union Point Park barricade their tent-city. And they fight for an extraordinary idea: their own plot of land from the city, where they could live in community and set their own rules, on their own terms.A Tiny Plot is a new 5-part series from KQED's Snap Studios. Host and Reporter Shaina Shealy takes listeners inside an encampment in Oakland for an against-all-odds story about scarcity, community, and the complexity of building something new from the margins of a broken system. What happens when people who've been shut out of a system that has failed them decide to take the lead? Disaster, and unexpected beauty. This episode contains strong language & graphic imagery. Please take care while listening. Huge love & thanks to the entire cast from A Tiny Plot for sharing your worlds with us.Hosted and produced by Shaina Shealy. Edited by Anna Sussman, original music by Renzo Gorrio, engineering by Pat Mesiti-Miller. Director of Production: Marisa Dodge. Executive Producers: Glynn Washington and Mark Ristich. Artwork: Teo Ducot.Specials thanks: Jen Chien, Catherine Winter, the City of Oakland, Sweetie at the Travel Inn, Ryan Finnegan, Will Craft, JP Dobrin, Thomas Brouns, Sukey Lewis, Alistair Boone, The Street Spirit, KQED legal, and Ott House Audio.Episode 1 of 5. Episodes drop on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Listen on any podcast platform, right here on Snap Judgment!  Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices

An עוזר is an “assistant,” but it could also mean “he's helping” – a verb in the present tense. How are you supposed to know which one it is? Guy teaches us how to work it out from the context, and he explains what initials religious people jot on every piece of paper they write on. Hear the All-Hebrew Episode on Patreon   New Words and Expressions: Shalom, efshar laazor- Hello, may I help? – שלום, אפשר לעזור Ata/at yachol/yechola laazor li bevakasha? – Could you help me please? – אתה/את יכול/ה לעזור לי בבקשה Ulai at yechola la'azor li… – Maybe you could help me… – אולי את יכולה לעזור לי Eich ani yachol/yechola laazor lecha – How can I help you? – איך אני יכול/ה לעזור לך Ze mamash azar li – This really helped me – זה ממש עזר לי  Ze lo azar –  It didn't help – זה לא עזר לי “Hayiti be-esrim tipulim, shum davar lo azar” – I had 20 sessions, nothing helped – הייתי ב-20 טיפולים, שום דבר לא עזר Lo ya'azor bet din – Even a court won't help – לא יעזור בית דין Lo ya'azor klum – Nothing can help – לא יעזור כלום Ozer/et bayit – House cleaner – עוזר/ת בית Ha-natsim ve-ozreyhem – The nazis and their helpers – הנאצים ועוזריהם Ezra – Help – עזרה Ezra – A male first name or surname – עזרא Ezra rishona – First aid – עזרה ראשונה Likro le'ezra – To call for help – לקרוא לעזרה “Yafa sheli, at chayevet lilmod levakesh ezra” – Sweetie, you must learn how to ask for help – יפה שלי, את חייבת ללמוד לבקש עזרה Levakesh ezra mi-mishehu – To ask for help from someone – לבקש עזרה ממישהו Ha-mishtara mevakeshet et ezrat ha-tsibur – The Police are requesting the public's help – המשטרה מבקשת את עזרת הציבור Be'ezrat ha-shem – With God's help – בעזרת השם Basad (Be'siata dishmaya) – With the help of Heaven – בס”ד, בסיעתא דשמיא Ani ne'ezer be-milon kedei likro ivrit – I am using a dictionary to help me read Hebrew – אני נעזר במילון כדי לקרוא עברית Lehe'azer be- To be helped by – להיעזר ב Galgalei ezer – Training wheels – גלגלי עזר   Playlist and Clips: Noy Alooshe – Shalom, Efshar La'azor Sh'chuna – Vicky lomedet levakesh ezra Rona Kenan – Kshe-hakotsim hayu kotsim (lyrics) Sarit Hadad – Be'ezrat ha-shem (lyrics)

Adam and Dr. Drew begin by reflecting on their early childhood suspicions that artificial foods are unhealthy, with Dr. Drew explaining how processed eating became ingrained in American culture. They take a wild detour trying to figure out what balsam and nougat are, and Adam rants about his hatred for cherry tomatoes. Later, they discuss why young people today often resist criticism, with Adam sharing stories about former employees, and Dr. Drew asks what cultural issues weigh most on Adam's mind.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

“Sweetie, you're wasting your gum!” In which Mal, Eve and Alex pay homage to The Birdcage. Find Mal (and The Villain) online:https://www.malblum.com/Find Eve online: https://www.instagram.com/eveclindleyThis episode was made possible by your support! Thanks to everybody who supports us on Patreon and Apple Plus.https://www.patreon.com/youaregoodWe LOVE Magpie Cinema Club!https://linktr.ee/magpiecinemaclubAlex's zine!https://www.patreon.com/HighOccultureYou can buy a You Are Good logo shirt DESIGNED BY THE GREAT LIZ CLIMO here. (Liz Climo designed our logo!)https://www.bonfire.com/you-are-good-shirts160/You Are Good is a feelings podcast about movies.You can make a contribution to Palestine Children's Relief Fund here:https://www.pcrf.net/Miranda Zickler produced and edited this episode:https://linktr.ee/mirandatheswampmonsterFresh Lesh produces the beats for our episodes.