Advice columnist Annie Lane is a young wife and mother with a gift for helping other people solve problems. In a voice that's sympathetic, funny and firm, Lane provides common-sense solutions to life's dilemmas.
Dear Annie: I am a 72-year-old married (for now) man.
Dear Annie: The other day, I was working from a cafe close to my house.
Dear Annie: I am writing you in hopes of getting, well, a little shred of hope.
I’ve been wanting to write to you about this for a while.
Dear Annie: My mom recently had a health scare. Although she is OK for now, it has limited her mobility, and she’s not nearly so active as she used to be.
Dear Annie: My son’s best friend, “Travis,” has started to call me by my first name. For as long as I can remember, I was “Mrs. Thomas.”
Dear Annie: I am a 50-year-old woman. I have two adult children and two grandchildren.
Dear Annie: My elder brother, his girlfriend and I have always been very close. Let’s call them “Ryan” and “Beth.”
Dear Annie: I have a question of etiquette. Our adult sons (who are older than 40), their wives and our grandchildren often visit over the weekends for family sit-down dinners.
My son recently divorced the mother of his two children.