Let’s rock this!

Sanity has tenuously been restored in an insane mind, and I feel oddly good about communicating with Nate. I just feel bad that I was so… all over the place in my message. The truth is that I feel awful about what I’ve put him through, often to the point that I want to actuallyContinue reading “Let’s rock this!”

What are you saying?

DEAR ABBY: After a bad breakup, a good friend and her husband offered me a room in their home. They have two wonderful teenagers. Then the pandemic came, and we all became infected. What started out as a few months’ plan for me to get back on my feet has lasted 14 months. I haveContinue reading “What are you saying?”

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose…

DEAR MISS MANNERS: How does one deal with false modesty? I found myself caught flat-footed when chatting with a textile artist. I joked that he could be the one to help me with my blanket stitch, and he responded that his handwork wasn’t very good. Fine; I’d been mostly kidding anyway. But then he wentContinue reading “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose…”

Relationship death and psychics in the produce department.

Dear Annie: My husband and I have been together since 2008 and married since 2011. We slept in the same bed, held hands and talked about everything in the beginning. Then, in 2013, he got a job in Iowa. I stayed home until my youngest went to college. I joined him in September 2014. HeContinue reading “Relationship death and psychics in the produce department.”

The unintended application of some zooming tips.

Dear Annie: Throughout the pandemic, I’ve noted some things that make for a successful Zoom or FaceTime call. Perhaps these suggestions will be of use to your readers. Look at yourself on your screen. What you see is what others will see. Do not sit with a window or other bright light behind you. YouContinue reading “The unintended application of some zooming tips.”

Oh, well.

I’m finally and officially writing off the guy I like in Thailand. I don’t know what’s going on inside his head, and I’m through playing guessing games. We’re all adults, but he can’t seem to express his thoughts or feelings to save himself. I don’t mean to sound overly critical, though, because I understand thatContinue reading “Oh, well.”

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