Dear James
James Parker tackles reader’s existential worries: what’s ailing, torturing, or nagging you.
James Parker tackles reader’s existential worries: what’s ailing, torturing, or nagging you.
A reader keeps having to leave unsupportive support groups. And James Parker bids farewell to his column.
How to break the habit?
Should his mom and I tell him?
For 10 years, I haven’t seen any of them change for the better.
Does this make me a bad person?
How do you keep it burning week after week?
She seemed to return my affection but then backpedaled. Is this situationship doomed?
I’m lucky to have had a comfortable landing, but I’m struggling to find purpose.
I’ve met plenty of nice guys, but I’m not feeling any sparks.
For decades, I’ve wanted to leave him. Now he has dementia, and it’s awful.
I’m 19, and I’ve fallen deeply for a colleague. But he’ll never feel the same.
He was pretty mean to me in his heyday—but now I’m feeling guilty for ignoring him.
I try to temper my natural brusqueness with watercooler niceties, but sometimes I can’t help but speak up.
How do I free myself of their expectations?
More often, I obsess about the future.
I love tennis. But competitive defeat derails me.
Now I struggle with shame and guilt. How to move on?
Any advice?
Death, estrangement, a struggling friend: How does one carry on when the worst keeps happening?
I finally understand my past neurotic behavior—and wonder how much to disclose to friends and family.