Puzzling Insanity has special plans for her 26th birthday. Her mother is taking her for a special day out.

Wrote this to celebrate my birthday! You wouldn't believe how difficult it is to type with acrylic nails but in all seriousness I am so grateful to see another birthday.

Puzzling Insanity hosts a small Hearth's Warming get-together for the first time.

Five years ago, Puzzling Insanity lost her father. The anniversary is always painful, but this year, she decides to do something to distract herself.

Puzzling Insanity receives a visit from her partner while recovering from a broken leg.

This was very personal and very cathartic for me to write.

Puzzling Insanity has done the same thing for the past five Nightmare Nights. She's taken advantage of the thinness of the veil separating the living and the dead. This year, however, she's summoned two spirits instead of one.

A teenaged Puzzling Insanity tearfully comes out to her parents, but their reaction is far from what she expected.

I often find that basing my writing on real life makes me write from the heart. Please be respectful as there is a nonbinary character in this story.

Not sure if it should be rated Everyone or Teen, if someone could let me know for sure, I would appreciate it.

The title of this story comes from a moment on the Netflix series Queer Eye where Antoni talks about how a mother chose to accept her son despite her religion telling her not to. He tearfully ends the speech with five words: not all parents do that.

Puzzling Insanity and her mother have a conversation during a nice summer day, only for a certain draconequus to eavesdrop and join the conversation. Sometime during the chat, he reveals the one thing he refuses to do.

TW: Mention of a past suicide attempt, a character dealing with internalized ableism

I don't know if the mention of a past attempt on a character's own life warrants the Suicide/Self-Harm tag, but I want to be safe.

The Hearths Warming season is always a difficult time for Puzzling Insanity. She keeps up a mask in public, but every so often, that mask slips when she doesn't want it to. This year, she receives some unexpected support from a certain pink pony.

This story is dedicated to my father (Dec 19, 1952 - Nov 1, 2018) and loosely inspired by the Disturbed song "Hold On to Memories".

The flashback featured in the story actually happened. The last football game we ever watched together was a Buckeye victory; that was our team.