Sounds to me like you are right where you should be — right on track. You have nothing to worry about — take it from a woman in her 40s who knows. You are doing and thinking what you should.

She was. She was a real Auntie Mame. Did you ever see the movie Auntie Mame with Rosalind Russell (NOT the Lucille Ball one — feh)? That was my amazing grandmother. I am glad it brought tears to your eyes...not that I want you sad...but it makes me glad, that people know about my grandma and her life and that it…

I need to thank my grandma. Right now. This woman was majorly, massively, utterly conventionally attractive in her youth and just knew she would be all her life. She liked marrying wealthy men, my grandma. She did it four times. And the last time she did it — SHE WAS IN HER SEVENTIES. Yes. 70-something. She…

Are you kidding? I don't know what you've been looking at. I'd be very happy to see that.

Thank you for your kind words! Thank you! And Eric — it is NEVER too late. Go back to school! Finish college and teach! I have a feeling you'd be a natural and the kids would be so lucky to have you as their teacher! And, well, there are many ways to teach. You can always volunteer at your local Y, teaching…

OMG, really? I am calling my friend and telling her that! She goes into hospitals on weekends to do magic, etc., for sick kids. She really cares. She must not know that. Thank you, SO MUCH, for telling me that!

My goddaughter is the biracial child of a white mother. So...here is goes...I am asking someone. Let me say first that her father (who seemed like such a catch! Handsome — great job! Distinguished!) — has succumbed to bipolar disease and things are bad. My friend had to leave him because he presented a danger to…

Happiness is worth EVERYTHING. When I first starting teaching...I was probably earning 30 grand (which is what I owed in college debt) and I just could NOT believe I as being PAID to do this marvelous, marvelous thing! It was, hands down, the happiest time of my life, those first six years of teaching. Pure heaven.…

I am glad you are doing what you LOVE. Maybe that will turn into a permanent job — but it is great you have something lined up for September!

I want the opener to that SNL, dammit! Where she sings Sylvester's "Do You Wanna Funk"! That is so AWESOME and I can't find it anywhere. Can anyone help?

Yay! I am so happy you WON and are getting unemployment! Good luck with your future employment!

Oh, please. The truth is, every day, for fifteen years, high school kids have touched or tried to touch my hair. My hair is CLEARLY considered "public property" where I work. No offense, but I am not sure why you think a teacher in an inner-city high school is "blinded by privilege." You kind of sound like those…

I have long hair. However, usually strangers don't tell me not to cut it, because it's kind of stringy. It's not that great. Only two groups of people have ever told me not to cut it. One — the men I have been with romantically. Two — my black students. They have vehemently opposed my cutting it.

Oh, please. The truth is, every day, for fifteen years, high school kids have touched or tried to touch my hair. My hair is CLEARLY considered "public property" where I work. No offense, but I am not sure why you think a teacher in an inner-city high school is "blinded by privilege." You kind of sound like those…

Macaroons. They are usually gluten-free and SO DELICIOUS. Unfortunately, they are also very expensive. Not that their price has ever stopped me. Oh, no.

Oh, that's nothing. My kids wouldn't think twice about saying something like, "Those shoes look awful, miss. Never wear them again." Or, "That shirt, miss? No. Just, no." Or, my favorite, "I don't care what people say! I like you!" I also like, "Damn, miss! You got nice hips — for a white lady." …

Yes, yes, YES! I am a white woman who teaches at an inner city high school and my kids always, ALWAYS try to touch my hair. ALWAYS. And the beg me to let them braid it — so I say, "If you graduate, you can braid it. But you have to have that diploma."

Did you MIND getting a compliment from a stranger?

Really? I am a white woman with long, straight, stringy brown hair about halfway down my back. And you know what? Hardly a day goes by that I don't have a kid trying to touch my hair. Some kids will grab a hunk and rub it. Others pretend to hug me and pat it. Others ask me to let them braid it. And always,…

Damn it! AGAIN! Why this hostility? This happens to me ALL THE TIME. Hardly a day goes by when I don't have a kid try to touch my hair. I have had kids grab hunks of my hair and rub it, pretend to hug me only to pat my hair, beg me to let them braid it — all the time.