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 have been a practicing dermatologist for over 20 years.
Dear Annie: My grandson “Logan” was fathered by someone other than his elder and younger brothers’ father, “Ron.”
Dear Annie: Over the holidays, my wife’s niece posted a picture of a recipe card on Facebook that was from her grandmother, my wife’s mother.
Dear Annie: I am a 50-year-old married woman with two children. I am far from perfect, but I do feel I am a decent person.
I have a situation at my home that I really don’t know how to deal with. We have a blended family, with an 18-year-old daughter and two boys. My stepdaughter is a senior in high school and just let her mother know she likes girls, even though she has a boyfriend.
Dear Annie: I am a 68-year-old widow with two grown children, both married, both living nearby. I dearly love babies and baby-sit as much as possible.
Dear Annie: I was picking up food at a restaurant for lunch the other day, and I found my pen hovering over the “tip” line on the receipt for an awkward few moments.
Dear Annie: I considered myself an average student after graduating high school in 1970, and I have been very successful in my 36-year career as an insurance investigator.
Dear Annie: My husband and a daughter he fathered 50 years ago recently found each other via an internet post from the two children we have together.
Dear Annie: Your predecessor Ann Landers published a poem called “Dead at Seventeen” to get the attention of new drivers and impress upon them the dangers and responsibilities of driving a car.