Pam Stone

I just experienced the most mortifying thing that's ever happened to me in my whole life. I hope you can help me because I'm too embarrassed to leave my house.

It wasn't too long ago that I treated a friend to coffee and dessert for a significant birthday. I must say that I love birthdays— other people‘s birthdays, that is.

It wasn’t too long ago that I treated a friend to coffee and dessert for a significant birthday. I must say that I love birthdays — other people‘s birthdays, that

Do all women spend forever in the bathroom before going to bed, or is it just my wife?

Every now and then, one reads or sees something that can truly be life-changing.

I am a divorced lady in my mid-60s and have met a nice (I thought) man of the same age through volunteering.

As with the cats, who can be draped over each other in REM sleep until they hear Paul or me slide open the kitchen drawer—the one that holds the can opener—ever so quietly, the dogs also wake from their slumber upon hearing the truck being pulled round to the mudroom door.

I am a widow in my late 60s and I have six beautiful grandchildren whom I love.

Paul is currently beginning his second week of leading a tour of historic rose gardens throughout England, and the rest of us are following along with the daily photos he is posting on social media: Sissinghurst, Mottisfont Abbey, a lunch and wine tasting with Lord Throckmorton of Coughton Court …

I sure hope you can help me because my husband, Lamar, is driving me crazy. He's always been into UFOs and believes all these conspiracy stories that he reads about and watches on YouTube.