Dear Abby: I am 21 and confused. My boyfriend, “Ethan,” and I broke up five months ago, but we recently got back together.
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Dear Abby: Last week, I had a seizure in front of my fourth-grade students. This has never happened to me before, so I had never spoken to my students about such a thing. I want to write them and their families a letter expressing my apologies, thanking them for their kind thoughts and giving basic advice on how to handle a seizure. Is this appropriate? If so, how do I start the letter?
Dear Abby: I am in a great relationship with a wonderful man, “Kevin.” He loves me very much and we get along well. I have three kids — two with special needs — and Kevin loves them and treats them like his own. He also has a son, age 6, who has cystic fibrosis.
The Rev. Roger Coleman, Pilgrim Chapel: For those of us who come to faith not through study of holy writ or acceptance of revered traditions but by reflection on everyday experiences, the story of Balaam and his donkey offers a confusing hodgepodge of incidents.
Dear Abby: My wife and I have been married for quite a while, and our intimate life became monotonous and unimaginative a long time ago. Over the years I have suggested we try things like role-playing and other non-extreme variations during intimate times. My suggestions were met with rolling eyes and retorts like, “I’m your wife, not a hooker.” I finally gave up and try to be content with what we have together.
The new year has rolled in with some new news that sounds like old news, but, that is the joy of living on the beach—the more it changes the more it remains the same. So here we are enjoying the clam tides, looking for what’s coming in on the beach sands of the Pacific Ocean, drilling holes in the ground, and keeping a watchful eye on the commercial crabbers’ lights.
Dear Abby: I am considered to be a quite attractive — easily a nine or a 10 — professional dancer here in Las Vegas. I recently met a guy who has literally met almost all my dream qualities for a life partner, husband and father of my future children.
Dear Abby: We have a couple of daughters who have told us we must take off our shoes if we visit them (and our beautiful grandchildren). Although I’m not sure of their reasons for this, I do know for sure that we have never tracked any kind of dirt into their house when we visited. In fact, our shoes are always clean.
Dear Abby: My 7-year-old granddaughter, “Kelly,” wanted a dollhouse for Christmas. I had a friend build a basic frame, shingled roof, chimney and shutters, then I decorated it.
We hope you don’t feel flooded by flood information, but there is more to be said – not just for those whose homes or businesses were flooded Jan. 5 – but for everyone.
Dear Abby: My 15-year-old daughter’s best friend took her life today. My daughter is devastated.
With your collective indulgence, I’d like to interrupt Flo’s and Tom’s and Jolie’s lives (and, probably, Reggie’s and Kong’s, as well) to talk about your life — well, OK, mine, too, but since I’m doing the “talking,” let’s talk about YOU.
Dear Abby: I like my job a lot, but I have recently been assigned a different desk. I now sit next to someone who regularly draws his blood with a lancet and gives himself a shot for his diabetes just a foot away from me.
Every January I write a column on taxes. It is remarkable how many folks don’t take advantage of tax credits. In this community we have a lot of low- to moderate-income working families and individuals who qualify for some or all of these credits—many of whom fail to claim these credits. This is the time to mention to family, friends and neighbors they should look into this.