No one likes admitting he or she is wrong. It can be a nail-biting, teeth-grinding struggle to say “I’m sorry.” But, in order to maintain quality relationships, it’s very necessary. We are just as ...

Thirty years ago, I married my late husband after he lost his first wife two years earlier. His oldest daughter, “Sally,” never forgave me for that act. She was 12 at the time and grieving, but her ...

Dear Eric: Thirty years ago, at the age of 29, I was sent by my missionary organization to South America. There, I met three middle-aged lady volunteers: Mary, Jane and Beth. Since I didn’t speak ...

Dear Eric: I’m 73, divorced, and in fading health. I’ve never really fit in anywhere in my life. My son had a very rough start in life, and I overcompensated by helping him out far too long. He’s 43 ...