Kania Brunson had an infectious smile. The beautiful young woman dreamed of becoming an orthodontist or veterinarian and enjoyed cosmetology. Kania Brunson also had a secret. According to the Milwaukee Prosecutor’s Office, 20-year-old Kania was in a relationship with Sultan Shareef, a married man, since she was a teen. Kania and 54-year-old Sultan Sultan dated for years, and Kania fell in love.

According to KTLA news and the Los Angeles County Medical Examiner, beloved KCAL-TV evening news anchor Chauncy Glover died of an accidental “acute intoxication” from methamphetamine and chloroethane.

According to the Cleveland Police Department, on May 25, 2015, around 1:00 am, 14-year-old Chelsea Hill was a pedestrian crossing Carnegie Avenue near East 40th Street when a dark colored, 2000 or newer model 4-door sedan with chrome-trimmed handles and accessories struck and killed Chelsea. Grainy surveillance video captured the car dragging Chelsea several feet. The driver never stopped and has never been identified.

A cruise vacation didn't go exactly as planned for Jason and Tammy Merritt when their luggage never showed up at their cabin on Carnival Magic. According to news reports, the incident resulted in a lifetime ban for another passenger and a complex legal situation.

My best friend is pregnant, and she recently told me the name they have picked out for their baby. As soon as she said it("Hellzel"), I was taken aback. To me, the name sounded really strange and not at all something I would associate with a cute, innocent baby.

My mom married my Texan stepdad two years ago after splitting with my dad (who moved to Florida). My stepdad’s ultra-conservative—he hates that I’m applying to art school (“useless degree!”), shames me for dating (my boyfriend’s 25 and a mechanic!), and constantly trashes my mom’s “California parenting.” Now that Mom’s pregnant, he’s pushing me to leave our Arizona home by August when I graduate. Mom says she’s “too stressed” to stand up to him, even though I planned to live here while working part-time.

After years of gel manicures, my nails were brittle and my hands showed early sun damage from UV lamps (a 2020 JAMA Dermatology study links these devices to skin aging). Switching to press-on nails saved my natural nails and wallet—no more $60 salon trips! I reuse sets from Etsy shops, change designs daily, and prep nails with alcohol for 7-day wear.

Last night, I came home to play with my cats using a laser pointer. Both were energetic, running around joyfully. But after just over a minute, my smaller cat collapsed. I thought she was tired, but then her legs straightened, she let out a scream, and started peeing uncontrollably. I realized it was a heart attack. Rushing her to the vet, they said it was too late. I had to arrange a pet cremation to send her to "cat heaven."

I’m stuck in a moral nightmare and need advice. Two coworkers at my job are having an affair, and I’m certain of it. The man is married with a newborn baby, and the woman involved is also in a relationship. Last week, I walked into work early for my shift and found them alone in the break room, giggling and leaning way too close. When I awkwardly joked, “Shouldn’t he be home with wife and baby?” The woman said "I don’t care about that.” I was stunned.

My dog of six years caught a cold, and my mom gave him Tylenol. By the next morning, he was gone. A simple online search would’ve told her that dogs can’t have Tylenol, but she never bothered to check. She’s given him grapes and chicken bones before, too. I was away at school, and my family didn’t even tell me until a week later—after they had already buried him. I never got to say goodbye.

So I was sipping coffee at this café today when I eavesdropped on two older guys next to me. At first it was just small talk, but then one said:. 'You know, I worked my whole life to retire comfortably... and now that I’m here, I have no idea what to do with myself.'

So, I’m almost about to give birth, and suddenly, my husband’s mom is acting like the dog police. We have two dogs, and she’s completely freaking out, saying they’ll hurt the baby. She’s scared of dogs in general and has this old-school mindset that everything must be baby-safe.

Bamboo seems like a zen, low-maintenance garden staple—until it takes over your yard, your neighbor’s yard. Most bamboo spreads via runners (rhizomes) that can grow 20+ feet underground per year. Even “clumping” varieties aren’t fully safe. Your cute bamboo patch today = a bamboo forest tomorrow.

Disclosure: State of Alabama-based writer. This article is a work from cited sources for informational purposes and is used with permission. No affiliate links are included. Acting U.S. Attorney Michael M. Simpson announced that Nathaniel Hopkins Jr., 48, of Louisiana, was sentenced on February 18, 2025, to three years of probation after pleading guilty to Theft of Government Funds.

Representatives from the Denver Zoo attended the Land Use, Transportation, and Infrastructure Committee of the Denver City Council on Tuesday. They made a pitch for eliminating lower admission fees in the winter after this season. The committee agreed to the change. The fee structure still must be approved by the full council.

Sandy Paws Rescue Inc., a foster-based rescue in Massachusetts, recently introduced a young dog named Coco who is searching for her forever family. This adorable 3-month-old puppy may be small in size, weighing in at approximately 4.5 pounds, but she makes up for it with her endless energy and loving personality. Despite her tiny stature, even smaller than the resident cats in her foster home, Coco approaches life with curiosity and enthusiasm. "She has bounds of energy, loves playing with all types of toys, and then ultimately adores snuggling up on her foster mom's lap to get lots of pets," explains Sandy Paws Rescue.

CALIFORNIA – A team from the Air Force and Space Force worked together to test-launch an unarmed Minuteman III missile, early February 19, at Vandenberg Space Force Base in Santa Barbara County.

You ever feel like you’re just done before the breakup even happens? That was me about a month before my ex and I officially called it quits. We were doing the whole long-distance thing—only 200 kilometers apart, but it might as well have been a world away. One weekend, I just realized… I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t want to drive two hours to see him, and I definitely didn’t care about him not driving to visit me either. Those little things that used to annoy me? I just couldn’t be bothered to even be mad about them anymore. I didn’t want to argue, I didn’t want to make an effort, and I sure as heck didn’t want to be intimate.

If you’re looking for a loving furry friend, you might want to consider adopting Nyla, a charming Goldendoodle. Located in Orange City, Florida, Nyla is hoping to find her forever home through the Adopt a Pet Rehome program.

My parents’ will splits their estate equally between me, my brother, and sister. Growing up in a toxic environment where my mother was emotionally abusive, I’ve worked hard to build stability for my daughter, who’s now in college. My brother already owns two homes—one occupied rent-free by his adult child—yet his kids insist it’s “fair” to buy out my share of our childhood home for $15K, despite its $120K value. I’ve demanded a professional appraisal and equal split to support my daughter’s education, but they’re accusing me of selfishness. My brother even proposed a bidding war, which feels manipulative.

I’m (30s F) struggling with a situation involving my husband (30s M) and his best friend’s wife, “Anna” (30s F). Recently, I accidentally saw a text from Anna on his phone where she was venting about her marriage issues. Turns out, she’s been regularly calling and texting him about this for weeks, and he never mentioned it to me. When I asked him about it, he got defensive, insisted he was “just being a good friend,” and we ended up in a huge fight.

if you struggle with wobbly eyeliner like I used to, this technique is a GAME CHANGER:. Plant your elbow firmly on a table (stability is key!) Hold your liner up to your eye with your main hand.

So here’s the deal: My Bengal cat, Mr. Whiskers (aka “the tiny serial killer with a cute face”), vanished two days ago. I assume he slipped out when we opened the door in the morning. Panicked, I posted a “Lost Cat” plea in our neighborhood group chat. Minutes later, the property management called saying Mr. Whiskers had been “rescued” by a local wildlife sanctuary. It was already dark, so I had no choice but to beg them to help.

Need help... I was in a relationship for nearly four years, and it felt like a dream at first. She was the kindest, most affectionate person I’d ever met. We went on spontaneous weekend trips, had deep conversations late into the night, and she always made me feel like I was the center of her world.

Lately, my boss has been sending emails late at night, around 10 PM, and seems to expect an immediate reply. At first, I thought it was just a one - off situation, maybe an urgent project that couldn't wait until morning. But it's become a regular occurrence.

Last weekend, my sister celebrated her birthday at a local winery. My husband was invited but couldn’t attend due to work. He encouraged me to go and “have a good time,” so I did. However, the entire outing turned sour because he obsessively questioned my location through messages. We share Snapchat locations, and even though the map clearly showed I was at the winery, he fixated on the app’s top-of-screen label, which listed a nearby brewery (likely a glitch or proximity tag). He bombarded me with accusatory texts, demanding explanations.

Gen X’ers swear they had Mad Max-level freedom as kids: biking miles alone, playing in woods until streetlights came on, and surviving on PB&Js packed in brown paper bags. But millennials/Zillennials side-eye this like, “Sure, Jan.” So—did 80s parents really not care, or is this just Hollywood romanticizing?

Guys, I need your help. My roommate in the single dorm is giving me major creeps. We’ve barely spoken since move-in, and now things are getting wild. Last week: I’m walking barefoot out of the shower, put my shoes on the shelf, and turn around to see him half a foot away—I was just in a towel! I screamed, he jumped back, grabbed my wrist like he was gonna attack me. Now I can’t even walk into the bathroom without panicking.

I’m in a tough spot. My partner was somehow signed up for Medicaid without us applying for it. Now his psychiatrist just called to say that they can’t give him his medication because they can’t work with Medicaid clients, even if we pay out of pocket. Apparently, he could even be fined for prescribing to him. My partner really needs his meds, and this has become urgent.

had this huge crush on a guy back in high school. He was smart, funny, and charming. We had so much in common, always chatting about classes and stuff. But the catch? I was super insecure about my looks back then. I never had the courage to tell him how I felt, and now we haven’t spoken in years.