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Justice in Motion — Superior Court judicial vacancies

As many have heard, the Honorable Gordon Godfrey, one of the three Grays Harbor County Superior Court judges, recently submitted his resignation, effective Oct. 1, 2014. Not originally from Washington, I was not very familiar with the process of filling a judicial vacancy, so out of curiosity I did a little research and thought I would share what I learned.

Young man with heart scar has options for covering it up

Dear Abby: You printed a letter from “Self-Conscious in Georgia” (May 15), a young man who is insecure about the scar from his heart surgery. I have had three surgeries for congenital defects, my first at 2 years old. Because many women’s fashions expose the upper chest, I applied anti-scar products, which greatly reduced the size and color of my scars.

Dear Abby — Woman mistaken for cougar wants a big cat, not a cub

D ear Abby: I’m a single woman in my late 30s and have an 18-year-old daughter. When I am alone or out with my girlfriends, I am constantly hit on by younger men. My girlfriends say it’s because I don’t look my age and that I should feel flattered. Well, I am not a “cougar,” and I don’t get turned on by younger men. I find it offensive when I am approached by them.

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Dear Abby 8/5

D ear Abby: What is the protocol for naming a baby after a deceased person? If the name you want to use is a deceased family member’s name, do we ask his next of kin for approval? Do we say nothing? Is it assumed that people who wish to use someone’s name when naming their child should seek permission (whether the person is living or dead)? Obviously, some people will use the name regardless of being granted a blessing or not, but I’m wondering what is appropriate in this situation.

Human Matters — Knowing when to dream, when to let dreams go

It’s 1993. Two days shy of his second birthday, my firstborn, Jonathan, is exploring the grassy area behind the apartment building. His legs, alive with energy and joy, make the swish-squish sound that is the signature of the modern disposable diaper. I watch him from a distance, sitting on a concrete staircase, guitar in my lap, dreaming, resting. His squeal lifts my head. Floating in midair, caught in the contradicted drafts between these buildings, is a down feather. It floats up, then free falls, then knuckleballs randomly left, left, then right. Jig, jog, float, sink, soar. Tinkerbell’s flight path after tequila shots.