Pam Stone is a columnist at Index-Journal and Tryon Daily Bulletin. She explores themes of family and relationships, including marriage, partnerships, and communication techniques, while also delving into topics related to animals and farming. Pam's work reflects her diverse interests and experiences as a comedian, actress, and farm-hand.
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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.
If we can put a man on the moon, if we can perform heart transplants, if we can create global surveillance, surely, SURELY, we can do better than a ‘low country boil' and ‘silent auction' for fundraising.
I'm so humiliated by something my husband said that I haven't been able to even look at him for the last couple of days. What's worse is he said it at a company party in front of other people.
In defense of the UFC Cage Fight held at the White House on June 14…
I’m sorry, I can’t. I really tried, but after a long pause and two glasses of prosecco, I can’t defend it.
I need to know if I am being too picky (my mother says I am) or if listening to my gut has been the right thing to do. Please help!
