I would love to offer a couple of hours of my time to fix up those mistakes to make the website look more professional.
Dear Annie: I’ve been feeling very inspired lately.
Dear Annie: I have been married to my husband for 11 years.
Dear Annie: I am a 67-year-old man who has extreme seller’s remorse and have slipped into depression from selling my business two years ago.
Dear Annie: I have had this issue with a certain family member, and I am hoping you can advise me on what to do.
Dear Annie: Ever since “Pokemon Go” came out, my husband has been spending a lot of time playing it.
My mother is 79 years old, born during the Depression, and I know that when she was younger, she didn’t get enough to eat. The problem now is that she still hoards food.
Dear Annie: About a year and a half ago, the absolute love of my life and I broke up.
Dear Annie: I’m suffering from what I call vigilance fatigue.
Dear Annie: In the past year, the Department of Veterans Affairs has tackled many issues for our veterans, and we are proud to participate in the largest transformation of VA in recent history.
Dear Annie: I recently went to see my doctor about some troublesome symptoms I had been experiencing, and the entire time he was examining me, he kept up a running monologue about the holidays and politics and other assorted topics.
Dear Annie: I’m hoping you can settle a little disagreement between my 16-year-old daughter and me.
Dear Annie: Recently, I moved into an apartment with my friend “Grace.” Since we moved in, Grace’s boyfriend, “Jesse,” has been spending a lot of time at our place.
Dear Annie: I had a problem that I have not seen in your column. My family and I were out of town and having lunch at a lovely botanical garden in a nearby city.
Dear Annie: I am either in a predicament or being overly sensitive, and I trust you to tell me the truth either way.
Dear Annie: My boyfriend and I have been together for three years. Everything is going well between us, and he’s a sweet and thoughtful guy in general.
Dear Annie: In this new (and long-overdue) era of “#MeToo,” I’m wondering: Is it always inappropriate to lightly touch the arm of an opposite-sex acquaintance during a casual conversation?
His routine of involving her in our disputes adds strain and stress to our relationship, but he doesn’t see that.
You frequently write about tipping, but I’ve never seen a column about housekeepers, which is one of the hardest jobs.
Dear Annie: I’m in a three-year relationship with my boyfriend.
Dear Annie: Our beloved family dog, Dasher, passed away last year. Dasher was a husky.
Dear Annie: I am a 32-year-old married man with two children.
Dear Annie: I am in my 60s, as are my brothers and sisters, and we’re all retired.
I read your column daily and always like your tough love and sensible advice.
Tim told Robert that he was infatuated with him when they were younger, and one of his dying wishes was to see Robert naked.
Dear Annie: I’m a little chagrined to admit that we can’t come up with a solution to this situation by ourselves, but we are really stumped.
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.
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.
Dear Annie: Over the past six months, a wonderful friendship has been developing with a potential friend who enjoys the cultural and outdoor activities that I do. We are both exchanging viewpoints, backgrounds, likes and dislikes freely.
Dear Annie: I have a somewhat uncomfortable question.
Dear Annie: I have a friend who talks very loudly. It’s quite annoying and irritating.
My 36-year-old stepson, “Greg,” acts as if he’s married to my husband. It’s like a constant battle to outdo me.
I am 56 years old. When I was 44, my wife and I divorced after 17 years of marriage. I think we were lovely parents to two amazingly independent and strong daughters. They are now 22 and 26.
Dear Annie: They say that you’ll never forget your first love and that forbidden love excites the most desire, and lately I’ve been thinking nonstop about my first love.
Dear Annie: A while ago, my husband and I co-signed a car loan for my son.
Dear Annie: When my dad passed away several years ago, he left a certificate of deposit to me.
Dear Annie: My boyfriend and I are starting to get serious, and everything is going smoothly except for one constant bump in the road: his mother.