More apocalypse, less angst
It’s Thursday! Which means the weekly motherlode of syndicated advice columns to drink my morning coffee to. Today’s crop yielded the usual smattering of neurotic kinksters, traumatized 9-11 survivors and dating disaster stories – but the letter below – well, I dunno that I’ve… Continue Reading “Creepy.”
I rarely admit this, though some of you know, I have a terrible weakness for advice columns. It started when I was a kid, reading Ann Landers in the newspaper everyday (and then Dear Abby when Canadian newspapers decided that the Landers column was… Continue Reading “Seeking advice.”