Dear Abby: Is it acceptable to bring a teacup-sized dog to a wedding? The excuse was, “Well, the wedding was at the beach.” The pre-dinner and dancing were inside a high-end resort on the beach. The dog was taken inside these establishments.
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Dear Abby: My granddaughter “Cindy,” age 2, was being watched by her mommy’s ex-sister-in-law and her sons. Cindy went to her mommy and said, “Bubby hurt me.” Bubby is what she calls her 10-year-old cousin. Her mother called the police. A policeman spoke to her and said there wasn’t enough evidence. Now my granddaughter is scared of men.
Maybe old beachers should stay out of the sun; it addles their brains. Thankfully, a reader corrected a reference in a previous column that referred to foxglove as digitalis. That’s what comes of correcting a long sentence to clarify it and really messing up the correct information.
Dear Readers: On April 11, I printed a letter from “Wondering in Washington,” a man asking why young men in general today have the attitude that “any money I earn is mine” in a marriage or live-in situation. He said when he married, he and his wife considered what they earned to be “theirs” — not his or hers. When I asked my “younger readers” to chime in, I was inundated. Some excerpts:
I tune into the World Cup final just as Germany and Argentina head to “extra time,” deadlocked in an epic, scoreless tie. My son, Joseph The Football Player, says, “I didn’t think you liked soccer, Papa.”
Dear Abby: I am a young woman hoping to find “The One.” But I have come to realize that I’m not the normal female. I don’t get manicures or go shopping. (I hate shopping!) When I meet a guy, he likes that I’m “me,” but if we get serious, then I’m either “too independent,” “too outspoken” or “not girly enough.”
Dear Abby: I am, once again, faced with my annual dilemma. I cannot tolerate heat and humidity. I become short of breath, my heart pounds and I perspire profusely. I recover immediately if I go into an air-conditioned area.
Dear Abby: For years, my wife and I were RV enthusiasts. We have a son who was envious about our lifestyle and expressed a desire to own an RV and travel the highways. When we decided to give up the practice, we gave our travel trailer to him as a gift.
Dear Abby: On July 26, 2011, you posted an answer to “Jittery Future Bride in Boston.” I am that woman. I had asked you how to get my boyfriend of five years to use my deceased grandmother’s ring as an engagement ring.
Dear Abby: Help! My daughter just turned 13, and I need to discuss the facts of life with her. I don’t know where to start.
The Rev. Betty Hanna-Witherspoon, Ebenezer A.M.E. Church: This verse, Psalm 102:7, has a notation in the New Living Translation, “A prayer of one overwhelmed with trouble, pouring out problems before the Lord.”
Dear Abby: I am a mother of four. My oldest son, “Jeff,” is from a previous marriage. My ex was convicted of child molestation, involving his daughter from a previous relationship.
The summer sun yields to the crest of the mountain. The shadows deepen, then darken.
Dear Abby: We were visiting my daughter and her husband when their 3-year-old, “Bethany,” entered our room and rummaged through our medications. The door to the guest room was closed and the medications had been placed on a desk. Of course, everyone thought she had ingested some, so they rushed her to the ER. We were fortunate that nothing was found in her system.
Dear Abby: My husband and I have been married for 19 years. We have had our ups and downs, but the last few months have been hell. My husband lies about having paid bills. When I ask, “Have you paid the rent?” I mean “IN FULL,” not a partial payment. We have now been evicted for nonpayment of rent and are living in a hotel. Utilities have been cut off because of his partial payments and his lying about their having been paid in full, and I’m tired of it.