Dear Abby: My 83-year-old mother has decided she wants to die. She says she’s miserable, but I think she’s causing her own misery. She has medications to address her physical ailments — none of which are critical. My siblings live in other states. Mom feels it’s a “burden” for them to travel to see her, and she refuses to travel.
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Dear Abby: It has been a year since my mother passed away. The month of February was especially tough because it was the month of her birthday and also the month in which she died.
Through the years, newspapers in Grays Harbor have covered innumerable odd, strange and just plain silly stories involving members of the animal kingdom. Here is a handful of tales that were covered by the local press and told in the inimitable writing style of the early correspondents.
De ar Abby: I’m a 14-year-old girl with a problem. Because of my buzzed short hair, slim hips and flat chest, I frequently get mistaken for a boy. It really bothers me because, despite my haircut and body shape, I have a feminine face and I wear women’s clothes and makeup. I’m not too much of a tomboy.
The question was, “Who will do all the stuff that needs to be done, if/when I can’t do it (and there’s no family)?” And it seemed to me that the “stuff” came down to three things:
Dear Abby: How do I deal with an assistant who keeps calling me a “brownnoser”? She did it again yesterday at a staff meeting in front of my boss and another assistant. It was the third time she has said it. She is gruff and rude, and several people have complained to me about her attitude.
Dear Abby: I am a 34-year-old wife and mother of four. I’m concerned about my husband. He is 44 and drinks at home every evening after work.
If you have not experienced it, witnessed it, lived with it, been related to it, known a victim/survivor—you must live on the moon. I’m not overstating—child abuse is pandemic.
The Rev. Holly McKissick, Peace Christian Church UCC, Kansas City, Mo.: It’s human nature: testing the limits of God’s peaceful creation.
Dear Abby: I have been in a long-distance relationship with “Victor” for several years. Recently I began to suspect he was cheating. What raised my suspicion was that I suddenly couldn’t reach him on the weekends. Usually we would Skype — Sunday night for me, Monday morning for him.
Four years of my professional life were spent working in hospice. Director of bereavement and pastoral care. Simply put, four of the best years of my life. Creative, energizing and a daily learning curve. A downer? Absolutely not! Quite the opposite. More hopeful, inspirational, meaningful.
Dear Abby: I read your Jan. 8 column about the warning signs of an abuser. Would you use your influence to say that men are also victims of abuse?
Dear Abby: I recently exchanged pleasantries via email and text messaging with a lady I met on a website. One day later, I received a message from her stating she’d prefer our method of communication be kept to email and texting because she wasn’t much of a phone talker.
Dear Abby: I’m in a tricky situation. My boyfriend of four years, “Ian,” and I took a break from our relationship for two months because he was scared he’d miss out on the single life. We started hanging out again soon after, and everything fell into place.
A little boy was sick on Palm Sunday one year and stayed home from church with his mother. His father returned from church holding a palm branch. The little boy was curious and asked, “Why do you have that palm branch, dad?” “Well you see son, when Jesus came into town, everyone waved palm branches to honor him, so we got palm branches at church today.”