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’m sitting at Reagan National Airport close to dinnertime.
My son has prosopagnosia, which is a neurological condition characterized by the inability to recognize the faces of familiar people.
Dear Readers: Fathers and father figures deserve more than one day of recognition for all their work and love, and the amount of beautiful words send in reflected this. Below are a few more moving tributes submitted for Father’s Day.
Dear Annie: I have known one of my friends, “Pam,” for more than 50 years, and at times she has been a very good friend.
Dear Annie: I lived with my husband for 50 years. We met spontaneously, and I moved in with him soon afterward.
Dear Annie: My daughter was 14 weeks pregnant when the baby died.
Dear Annie: My 81-year-old mom and I live together.
Dear Annie: My wife and I have three perfect grandchildren, ages 1, 5 and 7. We love watching them at least one day a week.
Dear Annie: When did airplane seats become so small? I hadn’t flown in six years until this past spring, when I booked a flight to attend a family wedding. I reserved a window seat so that I could relax in comfort. But the experience was anything but comfortable.
My youngest is set to move out of the family home in the next month or two.