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I love your vinegar and water kitchen spray and use it all the time. But, my husband strongly objects to the vinegar smell.

They come out in the spring. You see them everywhere. Buzzing around, bothering everyone in sight. No I’m not talking about mosquitoes. Or real estate agents.I’m talking about a fairly recent and entirely regrettable phenomenon: I’m talking about middle-aged men in leather pants.

My child is in the fifth grade. She is a well-behaved girl and an excellent student.

My friend “Joe” is dying of cancer. He can be helped if he gets chemo, but he’s fallen in love with a woman who wants to marry him only to get his money.

If you should find yourself with a blank afternoon, I have found the perfect way to waste it.

One of the single, cheapest upgrades a computer user can make today is a memory upgrade.

After a winter like this, when the computer insists that March 20th is the vernal equinox, believe it or not, you just have to head west to meet the first signs of spring.At the Penhold Bridge the ice is stolid and solid on the Red Deer River, snowmobile tracks still sharply engraved on its deep snow cover.

Gardens should not be stagnant. They are living creations that change on their own and need to be physically controlled or guided.

My husband and I have been married for 21 years, and for most of them I have been a stay-at-home mom. We are honest, supportive, hardworking people. Despite all our efforts, my handsome, intelligent, athletic 18-year-old son is on the path to self-destruction.

Dear Annie: I married “Eddie” after getting pregnant at 18. We have two children and have been together for 32 years. For the past 20, we have not slept in the same bed. It began when Eddie started falling asleep on the sofa watching TV. Then he simply began going to bed on the couch.