Danielle and her husband Paul went their separate ways, essentially because of a conversation about a hall pass. Paul had ...
DEAR ABBY: When my lifelong friend “Cheryl” and I would talk once a week to catch up with each other’s lives, she’d describe her other friends’ woes in a really animated way, including a loud voice ...
DEAR ABBY: I have been married to my husband for six years, together for eight. My husband has a kind, tender heart and knows how to bring me down to earth when I’m stressed. I love him very much, but ...
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When you’ve been around as long as I have in the industry, you start looking around. The voices that used to bounce ideas off the walls have gone quiet. And you ask ...
Dear Annie: My husband and I recently went on an eight-day cruise to Iceland with two close friends. We have been friends for more than 40 years and have traveled together many times. Two days before ...
Let me start by saying that we rarely eat greasy breakfast sandwiches. In fact, I'm not sure we've ever made one at home. We, meaning me and my husband, Luke, who also happens to be a chef. My first ...
Here’s the issue: whenever she introduces my husband, she calls him my “friend.” Every. Single. Time. “This is my stepson and his… friend,” she says, like we’re college roommates or something. She ...
The thought came to me often when I was a young teenager, as easily as breathing. My mother was away, and I imagined what life would be without her. The fantasy didn’t last — she always came home — ...
Dear Eric: Twenty years ago, I married a man who took care of me and my kids. He tells me he loves me, brings me flowers and supports me. The problem is, he doesn’t want to be physical with me, and it ...
New arrivals at an apartment complex wonder if they can socialize in good conscience with a friendly couple whose political beliefs remain a mystery. By Philip Galanes My husband and I moved into an ...