Remember back at the beginning of the year when you made that list? You know the one.
Dear Abby: My husband and I suffered a miscarriage five months ago, in the 12th week. I’m still not doing well. I have put on a facade to get by, but I’m just starting to realize how deeply this is affecting my life.
The “American Pickers” plan to film episodes in West Virginia this April, and they are seeking individuals with exceptional items to showcase on The History Channel’s hit television series.
Emma Green was about 10 years old when it began — the thoughts and habits that eventually grew into a full-fledged eating disorder that very nearly claimed her life.
Dear Abby: My daughter got married in a friend’s backyard three months ago. Her husband built an arch for the ceremony. He spent $285 on some very nice walnut, and they planned to keep it forever.
DAVIS — Atmosphere and intent go a long way in a place like the Billy Motel in Tucker County.
The blue-vested coach at the Quincy Walmart looked at the blue-vested store associate monitoring the entryway to the store and counting customers. Then he glanced over at me.
If you’ve followed my scribblings over the years, you know that I’ll never tell you about a wine without recommending specific foods with which to pair that particular bottle. However, a friend of mine (who is less than subtle) recently admonished me for always seeming to suggest wine-compat…
What to choose? What to choose?
Dear Abby: I’m a gay man in my late 40s, partnered with a man in his late 50s. There are a lot of issues from my past that I try hard to move beyond and let go of. I was wrongly accused and convicted of a crime I didn’t commit, for which I was sentenced to life in prison.
My house is warm, and I’m cozy, thanks to the fireplace, hot tea and my new, fuzzy slippers. It’s February, and I am grateful for the warmth because outside, it looks like a cold, winter wonderland.
We’re closing in on a year of living with the COVID-19 pandemic.
“What does it say about technology that I’m now starting my days being told I’ve displeased my toothbrush?”
God calls the Devil, “friend.” It’s in Scripture.
Dear Abby: Our 11-year-old has learned to lie, and we feel terrible about it. Because she has a sensory processing disorder, clothes are a useless gift because the seams and fabric are often uncomfortable for her. We have repeatedly asked family and friends not to gift her clothes, but her g…
This is the first Friday of the Lenten season and a tasty seafood soup would be very welcome about now, perfect for any Friday dining. And being Lent, the grocery stores may have good sales on seafood.
With a limited amount of public activities available due to the pandemic, date nights can be a little hard to come by. If you’re looking for a post-Valentine’s Day evening out, the Clay Center has you covered.
Tamarack Foundation for the Arts is accepting online applications for its 2021 Emerging Artist Fellowship program through Feb. 26 at 4:30 p.m.
Dear Abby: My husband is an amazing guy. We have a very nice life except for an older sort-of family member who is living with us.
By the time students get to high school, many likely have some acquaintance with “The Diary of Anne Frank” or know the story of the Jewish girl and her family who spent two years hiding during the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands.
In sharing my current quest for out-of-the-ordinary local dishes last week — and how The Block’s hot new Sunday brunch menu checked that box — I also teased a recent discovery at Tricky Fish on Charleston’s East End.
Dear Abby: I am 20-something years old, and my father still hits my behind sometimes. I feel it is inappropriate, but the last time I complained about it, several years ago, it didn’t go over well. It also didn’t stop his behavior. What else can I do?
Dear Abby: My son’s new wife — who has a daughter — insisted that his two children are not biologically his. After a DNA test, it turns out she was right. They aren’t. My son, my husband and I are heartbroken. His twins are 10, and they don’t understand what’s going on.
