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.
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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.
Dear Abby: I just finished the letter from “Plotting and Planning in Arizona” (Oct. 5), regarding why cremation is so popular. There are also other reasons.
Q: What does the Bible mean when it says: “The sting of death is sin”?
Dear Abby: A short time ago, I discovered my parents are “swingers.” I had picked up my mother’s phone to take a picture and an incoming text caught my attention. When I read it and investigated further, I learned the truth.
Dear Abby: I came out of the closet when my son was 4. I thought I had taught him not to judge because of a label. He’s now 30, with a wife and two adorable children who own my heart.