My dad is on vacation. He is, as I write, in California with my brother Simon. I am so proud of him for taking this opportunity to live...

I grew up singing John Prines’ song “Dear Abby,” a humorous look at the kinds of people who write to advice columnists. Be satisfied with...

My dad is on the front lines of Mom’s Alzheimer’s. He bears the burden of being Mom’s primary caretaker. He schedules and takes her to...