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.
But I’m experiencing Catholic guilt.
But I am quite convinced of the cruel pointlessness of existence. (Is this any way to live?)
But I also have to make a living. Is there a way to balance both?
The world has way too many of them.
How to overcome my panic?
Is this a normal marriage thing?
Even when I love a book, I want it to end. Why?
A tip of the hat to our well-seasoned correspondents
I want to enjoy the time with my relatives, but they trigger me.
Is this just a midlife crisis?
My husband’s ceaseless noises are driving me mad.
My best friend’s husband refuses to touch her.
I’ve hit the relationship jackpot. But now I have romance FOMO.
And I’m riddled with mom guilt.
It’s gotten so bad, I’m considering leaving him.
I, for one, have felt the benefits of cutting back.
I love him, but I don’t know if I can live in the U.S. forever.
I want to reach out, but I’m not sure how.
My male friends love to talk at me—but not with me.
I want to be there for her. But it’s exhausting.