People who have undergone a loss get a fair amount of leeway on their behavior.

I'm not suffering from some division of personality.

Children need adult men in their lives.

Each week I am forced to revise my original opinion that Facebook is a great innovation for keeping people in touch, to believing that it is merely a canvas for members to act out strange, unresolved conflicts and desires.

Love is not shown by giving your toddler a car. It's better demonstrated by clapping as she bangs on pots or singing to her while she plays with her cheap little bath toys in the tub.

Anyone who marries gets no guarantee that their partner, no matter what they vow, will always keep that promise.

I do feel haunted by some of the letters and the suffering people have endured. But I keep in mind that the people who write to me know that I am a journalist and an on-line advice columnist, not a social service professional.