Fried pickles, anyone?

Dear Amy: Several years ago, my husband and I visited his brother and wife for a vacation. We stayed with them and relied on them for transportation. One night, we went out to dinner. His brother ordered some fried pickles as an appetizer. My husband told him he had never had one and reached overContinue reading “Fried pickles, anyone?”

Demoted!

Dear Amy: I am a 63-year-old widower. My late wife died nine years ago. Dating has been brutal. I dated a lady for two years. She is a nurse and is deeply involved in public health during this pandemic. It is overwhelming for her. I tried to support her with gifts, books, and home-cooked dinners.Continue reading “Demoted!”

Some sort of miracle.

I have no clue how to account for this. My life has devolved into some sort of hellish existence filled with drama and snark and pain. Surely my mother must be involved, right?  I was engaged in combat with some people, and I don’t even know what went wrong. I keep replaying it in myContinue reading “Some sort of miracle.”

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