Knock, Knock Dear Aunt Bossy, I can’t figure out the rules for dropping in to see people when I’m in the neighborhood. I have friends who are obviously not happy when I do this and others who are thrilled. I also have friends who say drop by any time, but sometimes when I do, they are not so happy to see me. I almost always love it when people drop by and am willing to inconvenience myself once in a while if someone comes by when it isn’t an ideal time.
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Scarlet Letter VDear Aunt Bossy, I know you are always going on about how bad it is to consider yourself a victim. I was recently accused of “playing the victim,” so now I am interested in finding out exactly what that means. I don’t think it sounds like me. Hester
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When I was a very little girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old, I remember my Mama inviting her lady friends over for lunch. She didn’t host a monthly event, but the ladies came to our house for a fancy luncheon several times a year. The dining room table was set with the good dishes from the china cabinet and several card tables with crisply pressed tablecloths were set up to seat the additional guests. The ladies were most often the mothers of my friends from Sunday School and kindergarten. I can see Mama in a blue dress and pearls, hair freshly coiffed from the beauty parlor, entertaining flawlessly as she served chicken salad, tomato aspic, homemade biscuits and tall glasses of sweetened iced tea garnished with fresh mint and an orange slice.
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What Moves Us Closer to Our Goals? Dear Aunt Bossy, As a South Carolinian who has lived other places in the US and abroad, it upsets me so much to hear us described as barbarians because an insane young man with no strong moral or social foundation slaughtered innocent and good people.
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Swine Survivor Dear Aunt Bossy, I love my husband so much, but his family is determined to divide us. He is of Cuban heritage. I am of Jewish heritage. The family haven’t mentioned that directly, but have made comments that indicate it is an issue for them.
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The Rage Machine Dear Aunt Bossy, My husband, to whom I have been married for thirty years, cheated on me when he was out of town on business. I cannot get over that.
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Gift Horsing Around Dear Aunt Bossy, It seems the older I get the more I am surrounded by people who need “help.” I am happy to help with both time and money, but don’t know how to figure out if it does any good.
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While rummaging through our living room library recently, I came upon a lovely whimsical poem called “If I Were King,” published in 1924 by the author of “Winnie-the-Pooh,” Alan Alexander Milne: I often wish I were a king, And then I could do anything.
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Plane Talk Dear Aunt Bossy, The other evening, I was returning from an exhausting business trip and was on the third flight of the day. I was, unfortunately, in a middle seat because I managed to get an earlier flight on standby.
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Sister’s Keeper Dear Aunt Bossy, I, a female, was recently at a very expensive restaurant with a female business client. Seated near us were a flashy and overdressed man, who looked like an actor in a movie about the mafia, and his nervous and very sexy date. He was in his late forties or early fifties. She was in her early twenties.
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