Slightly off topic, but speaking of awkward: During my first marriage, I went seven whole years without ever directly calling my mother-in-law anything. She lived in a different state so it wasn’t as difficult as you might think at first. Then as time went on, it reached a point where it felt like it was too late to…

Truth. My husband is in a job he’ll more than likely retire from, unless it kills him first, as I predict it will. He dreads going in every day and lives life stressed to the max. His job proved to be recession proof, which convinced him to stay forever in spite of how awful it is. There’s nothing I can say to change…

My husband, who’s 48, came racing downstairs just the other day exclaiming, “Why haven’t you told me I’m going bald?” My response: “I thought you knew!” Granted, it’s happening at the top of his head near the back, so it’s possible he hasn’t actually seen it. But how could it go unnoticed when he washes his hair?

Back in the good old days, when I still thought Trump’s followers had the capacity to recognize what a blight on humanity he is, I believed the Mitt Romney debacle would end Trump’s popularity. After all, Romney had full-throated conservative support during his run against Obama. Surely they’d resent the way Trump…

The reality was pretty sweet too, or at least it was for me. I know it’s easy to romanticize a long-ago time, but I have fairly clear hindsight in spite of the mind-altering substances my friends and I consumed.

Thanks for that unexpected moment of levity. My outrage meter is off the charts these days, so I’ll take a laugh anywhere I can get it.

Huge pacifist here, but not when it comes to this asshole. The day his life ends will be my best day ever.

Oh god, sorry about your cancer experience. It took four years of constant doctor visits and many, many hospital tests before I was diagnosed. I even lost my gallbladder in the quest for an answer to why I was always sick. As it turns out, that wasn’t the problem.

My neighbor is a stalwart Republican and smokes more weed than I thought humanly possible. He complains constantly about still having to hide it at his age (he’s a baby boomer like I am), and he’s pissed that it’s legally available in other states and not ours. I take a huge amount of pleasure in reminding him that if…

You are so right. I have severe Crohn’s and psoriatic arthritis, and there’s no pill on the market that gives me the degree of pain relief I get from cannabis. It also effectively combats my almost constant nausea, which is one of my Crohn’s symptoms.

I am a grandmother and if someone wants to smoke a joint in my car, my only requirement is that it’s passed to me.

Same. I’m so tired of teetering on the precipice of the next big thing that’s guaranteed to bring this charlatan down. I’ve lost all hope at this point.

Off topic but relevant: As I was growing up, my grandfather was everything to me. He was an amazing human being and the most influential adult in my life, including my parents. I couldn’t have cared less about politics back then, so he and I never discussed it. He died years ago, before Obama was first elected in…

Seeing this photo makes it even more shocking to me that she gets up to $1 million per gig. For what? Wearing glitter headphones and waving her hands in the air? When I read about that price tag, I figured she had become a legit DJ, which was clearly a wrong assumption.

That’s exactly what’s going on here. I haven’t seen Nashville shut down like this since last winter, when we had our annual half-inch snowfall.

I don’t know either. I asked my husband if there’s something I should be doing to prepare, based on the frenetic activity surrounding it. I live in Nashville, which is also one of the Eclipsevilles, and things here are insane.

My first thought was to wonder if he’d take meds for the pain. I imagine that hurt like hell, but Scientology is so anti-drugs and he’s such a rabid follower and all. Broken bones with no meds would sure make me question my beliefs.

The hardwood floors issue was actually the ultimate deal breaker. My SIL complained that the dog just stood in place most of the time, looking terrified. I suggested the hardwoods might be a factor and that he might not feel stable on them. I said that with patience and guidance, he could get past his fear, but she…

Off-topic a bit, but your comment reminded me of a situation involving my sister-in-law, who actively dislikes dogs (which I can’t fathom). Her two children, however, always wanted one and finally wore her down. I was in complete shock the day she called to tell me they were on their way home with their new dog: a…

Shamira’s story is a timely one for me. I had to have a talk with my husband recently about our 13-year-old granddaughter after he came up behind her and pinched her (nonexistent) love handle, saying, “Putting on a pound or two, are we?” He swears he meant it as a joke since she’s skinny as a rail—and I believe…