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 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.
Dear Annie: A few months ago, my mom came to visit from out of state. We’ve always had a strained relationship and never seen eye to eye.
My wife and I are both in our 80s, and though we do not travel as much as we once did, we are still able to get around a bit. I am in fairly good physical condition, but my wife must use either a cane or a walker. The problem is this:
Dear Annie: I am a middle child with two elder brothers, a younger sister and a younger brother.
Dear Annie: I have a will that I made out several years ago but needs revising.
Dear Annie: I’ve been estranged from my twin brother for two years, since our sister died after her short battle with a terminal illness.