Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

“My mother’s cookie jar—where is it?” I asked, staring at the empty corner of my kitchen counter while my mother-in-law, Linda, calmly poured herself coffee. She barely looked at me before answering, “That ugly blue thing? I threw it away.” Twenty minutes earlier, the garbage truck had already emptied our cans, and for several terrible…

The word SOLD stood in bold letters outside the house when Dalton and his new wife returned from their wedding, still dressed for the celebration and surrounded by guests who had expected the night to continue inside. Nicole stopped in the driveway so abruptly that the relatives behind her nearly walked into her, while Dalton…

“If this makes us one family, where does Mom go?” My nine-year-old daughter Amelia stood in the middle of her father’s wedding ceremony holding an unlit white candle while an entire ballroom fell silent. Ryan, my ex-husband, crouched beside her and tried to explain that I would always be her mother, even though he had…

“Mom, she’s not gone.” My eight-year-old son Willie whispered those words while I stood in his bedroom holding a glass jar stuffed with coins, crumpled bills and even the $50 his grandmother had given him for his birthday. For two weeks, I had assumed he was grieving Claudia, the little sister he had spent months…

At 6:45 on a Monday morning, I stood behind my kitchen curtain and watched Linda park her enormous black SUV squarely in the middle of my driveway. She did not knock, ask permission or even glance at the PRIVATE DRIVEWAY sign she had ignored for months; she simply crossed the street in her robe and…

My grandfather Frank had just finished sweeping the sawdust from the floor when Grant told him the final $6,200 would not be paid. The custom renovation was complete: floor-to-ceiling shelving framed the fireplace, fitted cabinets sat perfectly against the walls, and a long window bench with built-in drawers stretched across the back of the million-dollar…

The first blue Orbeez rolled across the patio and bumped against my slipper before I understood what I was looking at. Our swimming pool had disappeared beneath millions of swollen beads—blue, yellow, red and green—packed so densely across the water that I could not see the surface. Then they shifted, and beneath all that color…

The doctor had already told me Ethan would be fine when the nurse handed me the clear plastic bag containing everything taken from his pockets after the accident. His wedding ring, wallet, cracked phone and keys slid against the plastic as I stood beneath the fluorescent hospital lights, still trying to slow my breathing after…

In 1940, the US government told six sisters they had to leave the only home they’d ever known. They refused. That single decision sparked a battle that would last for more than a decade. This is the true story of the Walker sisters. The story starts in 1865 at the end of the Civil War.…

A man goes to hell ered. The devil greets him and says “you have to pick your torture, pick wisely because this will be your torture for eternity”. The man goes through hundreds of rooms but can’t decide. Until he sees a room where a man is sitting on a couch, watching football on tv…