Lifestyle

When my kids were babies, I took lots of photos – always hoping to get the one perfect shot.

My grand daughter likes to watch a certain movie - over and over again.

Dear Readers: Today I hope you will enjoy a rerun of two of the most infuriating questions I have ever published (slightly edited for space).Dear Amy: I recently discovered that my son, who is 17, is a homosexual.

Our search for meaning is nearly as old as time.I’ve been round and round and round again (and again) with widowhood.

Dear Amy: I am a man in my mid-60’s, married for the past 35 years to my second wife.We have two children, both grown and on their own.We have been sleeping in separate bedrooms for years.

My mother’s people were from East Tennessee and Southwest Virginia.

Dear Readers: Over my 21 years writing this column, I’ve stayed in touch with many readers whose questions have particularly affected me.One such reader, whose question first ran in 2021, provided an “update,” published in 2023.He and I have continued to correspond, and I’m happy to share an update to his update, as a reminder – to all of us – that time plus wisdom can bring on a (mostly) happy ending.Below is the original question and my answer (edited for length).

A very good friend shared a written message regarding thoughts on aging with me.

Dear Amy: Two years ago, my friend “Kim” admitted that she has cut alcohol out of her life after her brother died due to his alcoholism.I thought this was great; we have enjoyed doing things together without alcohol.A couple of times I suspected she had been drinking.Last summer I took my suspicions to her sister-in-law, “Bea,” who is also a friend.Bea confided that Kim is in group therapy for drinking, but that she went on a bender and got her second DUI.I was asked to keep this confidential, and so I decided to act oblivious around Kim.This month, Kim’s lies got bigger.