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.”
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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.
Last week we encouraged you to help out neighbors who might need some assistance painting their house.
In commemoration of this weekend’s McCleary Bear Festival, it is a good time to look back on the life of Billy the Bear; a study in fortitude and self-reliance in the face of physical infirmity, and Grays Harbor’s real-life answer to the mythical mountain men of lore. Billy lived the life of a hermit, but his door was always open to visitors at what was known as the Winter’s cabin 20 miles above the Wishkah Falls.
Dear Abby: When I was a child, my parents skipped my elementary school graduation. For that matter, everyone did. My grandfather had just died, so Mom was mourning his loss. Fast-forward a few years — nobody attended my junior high graduation, either. Granted, Mom had a couple of stitches in her nose because my brother had accidentally hit her with a golf club the week before.
July is all about the beach. Kids digging holes in the sand, teens flying kites and hanging out of car windows, old folks in lawn chairs taking in some sun, and all kinds of people doing everything between.
The Rev. Robert Lee Hill, Community Christian Church: Irony is a literary strategy involving word play, double entendre, sarcasm and/or dramatic reversals.