It's been three years, and I still can't stop thinking about him.

How can I feel better about myself in a world obsessed with physical beauty?

I moved here three years ago, and I've yet to make any local friends. What am I doing wrong? 

How do I deal with the fact my own flesh and blood would rather listen to Mumford & Sons than Talking Heads?

Their other kids get fancy appliances. We get second hand bric-a-brac. What gives?

A smorgasbord of wisdom for almost every possible situation.

Do they all hate me? Or am I just a narcissist? 

The thought of spending another Christmas with him is bringing me out in anticipatory hives.

How do I recapture the joyful energy of my 20s? 

All my friends love and admire her. How can I get over this?

I don't want to stop having sex, but I can’t shake that creeping feeling of shame and it’s lowering my sense of self-worth.

How on earth do I decide when enough is enough?

I'm 21 and she's 29. Is it wrong that I find it hot? 

I'm 25 and still living with my parents. I can afford to move out... so why haven't I?

I'm happily single – why do some people seem to have a problem with that?