I like to think I chose my own path – but as it turns out, I didn’t. The seed for the rest of my life was planted by my uncle, Len Garrison, when I was around nine years old. I’d gone with my family ...

DEAR ABBY: My sister’s fiance, “Logan,” always seemed very flirtatious with me. I told her she needed to control her future husband. After they were married, the same gestures and innuendos kept ...

DEAR MISS MANNERS: Some years ago, my uncle, having never met my then-boyfriend, made a series of racist jokes about him. (My boyfriend is part-Asian.) These jokes were made on my blog, which another ...

Growing up, my sisters and I spent most weekends with our grandparents in Brooklyn. The special time with my grandmother allowed me to learn lessons about love and self-worth. My grandmother's ...