When a struggling teen mother is cast out by her own parents, she clings to hope while secretly raising her baby in a motel with the help of her boyfriend. However, when his judgmental teacher calls ...

DEAR ABBY: I am a man who was widowed 11 months ago. I met a woman on a dating site, and we clicked immediately. Related Articles Dear Abby: The DNA test proves me right, but my sister keeps spreading ...

Dear Abby advises a reader who's wondering if she should keep hanging out with her single friend who only goes after married men. Alberto - stock.adobe.com DEAR ABBY: I have a longtime friend, “Laurie ...

My mom dies, but I'm not going through this alone. Powerful stories fill this week's Mailbagg, including a reader's personal story of life after death. The weekly Mailbagg comes from Gregg Doyel's ...

Dear Eric: I’m 81 years old and my husband is 84. We were comfortably retired until our 44-year-old daughter and 9-year-old granddaughter moved in with us a few weeks ago. Our daughter was evicted ...

Thank you for the work you do on behalf of the good. I often read your columns on boundaries, and I deeply appreciate your encouragement to not only set boundaries for ourselves but also respect those ...

Dear Annie: I am in my late 70s and in reasonably good health, but life feels increasingly lonely. My partner, who was once my companion in everything, now has advanced dementia. He no longer ...

Even though many people tend to think of themselves as vivacious extroverts or hold their introverted personality close to their chest, the truth is that many of us switch between these personalities ...

After 35 years as a contractor, I never imagined my career, and my mobility, would be stolen in an instant by a preventable construction failure. While working on a bridge project in Port Jervis ...

My husband and I have a 3-year-old son, “Adam,” and my brother, “Jason” has involved him in a very seedy situation. Jason works from home, while his wife “Beth” commutes to work out of town. Our ...

Growing up in the Ozarks, I thought I lived in the middle of nowhere. Now that I’m older (and never left), I realize that I live in the middle of everywhere—geographically speaking, if nothing else.