Dear Emily: My best friend, who is 16, just got dumped by her boyfriend of six months. She is acting like it is the end of the world. It is really annoying and I know she is just doing it for attention. But I will come across like a complete jerk if I accuse her of this. So how do I get her to move on and stop complaining? — Tired of the Drama
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I was sweaty, out of breath and in no mood to have a long theological discussion with a rodeo clown.
Dear Emily: I love my job, but I can’t stand the commute. I feel like I spend half of my life in traffic. I asked my boss if I could work from home once in awhile, and he said no. I don’t know if I can continue to live this way. Should I quit? — Slave to I-66
I have sad news for politicians who pack my mailbox with letters seeking contributions from the fellow who used to own my house.
Here's how to make people happy: Give them helium balloons with strings.
Want to ride in my flying car? No, you don't. Because any flying car I can afford will be less like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and more like, well, something that sounds awfully close to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
Thinking about getting a foot facelift?
Dear Emily: I got a job working at a fast food restaurant so I can earn some cash this summer before going back to college in the Fall.
Usually, I don't like to tell people how to live their lives.
Someday, I hope to be the proud owner of Abe Lincoln's big toe.
Here are five things I've learned from falling down a flight of stairs, bruising myself from head to toe, chipping a bone in my wrist and wearing a large brace that restricts my hand movement:
Dear Emily: I am a 25-year old woman, and I met another woman around my age several months ago at a party.
Longtime readers of this column — who, by the way, will soon gather for their annual international convention in booth No. 4 at the Shoney's Family Restaurant near Roy's Discount Furniture Barn — may have detected several recurring topics or themes over the last eight decades.
As it turns out, the journalism community doesn't owe the Donner Party an apology. They were indeed likely cannibals, as we have been correctly reporting for the past 160 years.
Television's "Ghost Whisperer" is now a ghost.
Hef, unlike the Creature, could never let me down. Or could he?
Two things of note happened this week: (1) I forgot to ask my wife to pick up our daughter after school because I could not, and (2) I went to prison.
Dear Emily: My boyfriend, “Joe,” just started a new job where my ex-boyfriend, “Casey” works. Casey and I didn’t have what you’d call an amicable break-up, and I’m worried about what he might say to Joe about me. Should I try to talk to Casey and see what is going on in his head? – Diverting a Crisis
Famed British physicist Stephen Hawking says space aliens, if they pay us a visit, will rip our faces off.
The journalism community may find this hard to swallow, but it's possible we owe the Donner Party an apology. New research suggests they weren't the cannibals we said they were.
Planning on going to a giant, family-oriented indoor waterpark?
I don't like a lot of things, but there are very few things I despise. Here is one at the top of that short list — a watery soap dispenser.
Twelve years ago, when most of my parenting skills were based on what I learned from massive consumption of TV sitcoms, I wrote this:
Dear Emily: I recently walked into my neighbor’s house and found her two teenage kids watching a very violent movie. Their parents weren’t home, so I just told them I’d stop by later. My question is, should I tell their mother what I saw? I don’t want to intrude and make her feel like I’m judging her children or her parenting job, but isn’t it my responsibility to tell her what I saw? — Nosy Neighbor
It's official: The horned dung beetle is The World's Strongest Insect.
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