Say goodbye to abrupt departures, that awkward am-I-staying-or-going dance, and hovering anxiously (and conspicuously) near the door. There’s an art to bidding your host adieu, even if you’re slipping ...

It’s funny, looking back, at how much I balked at attending my high school reunion when the 35th year rolled around in 2008. My theory was, if I haven’t been to any of the previous reunions, and if I ...

Dear Eric: Mike was my friend for more than 50 years. We carpooled to work together for nearly 15 years. Our bond grew even closer when his 16-year-old son died by suicide after a struggle with ...