Maybe you can help, gentle readers, with the following folks and their very real problems: 1) Why can’t my wife be more understanding? Sure, I have extra-marital affairs. I travel a lot. I have a few different women I see in each city I visit. What does that have to
One of my running buddies has had the unmitigated temerity to suggest that my parenting philosophy can be summed up in the simplistic phrase, “Take your kids camping.” So I feel it is high time to amend my advice-honed over 30 years of counseling families-by adding another phrase: “Take your kids
Remember that kid who invented all those brilliant ways to cheat in high school? Even before electronic communications, he was making crib sheets in ingenious ways. Writing information on his sleeve, hiding notes in his sneakers, there was nothing he wouldn’t do. Except study, of course. Parents today have stolen
In June of 1973, eight of my Troop 64 buddies and I hiked a portion of the Appalachian Trail in Western North Carolina for a week. Although the exact locations and distances of this trek are lost to memory, it is no exaggeration to say that the last words we
I am doing my part to support our on-going work to help one another be the best people that we can by offering the following helpful guide to allow you to determine whether or not someone is angry with you. With these basic Anger Assessment tools at your disposal, it
You know the guy I’m talking about. If you have ever driven a car in Miami, you have seen this guy repeatedly. He is swerving in and out of traffic, changing lanes without using his turn signal. On a given day, rather than wait, he will abandon the main arteries,
I am determined to seduce and marry Veronica Lake. Hear me out. She is beautiful, a movie star, and has a lot of money. I just know our lives together will be exquisite. Admittedly, she doesn’t know I’m alive nor is she aware of my undying passion or my plan
“I just got my SATs back: 680 math which is terrible; 650 critical reading which is even worse. I just don’t see myself getting into any of the schools I’m interested in. My counselor at school says that I don’t have a chance at Brown, that there is no point
Theresa ‘s 11th grade transcript was admirable: Advanced Placement courses in chemistry, American History, and English each with a grade of A. Her SATs were strong, her ACTs even stronger. Although she was uncomfortable about her extra-curriculars–endless hours volunteering as a math tutor–I was able to reassure her that even
I don’t want to give too many details. I’m not saying this is a good idea what I did, only that it can happen. I know it can happen and how it happened because I did it. I’m not saying that I would want anyone to follow this exact path
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