

One side of the store was devoted to candy, chocolates. I worked at Margurite’s Fudge Shop on the corner of Spencer Ave. Your article on Abbott’s dairy brings to mind the three summers I worked on the ‘walk. I think this inspirational painting would make an ideal holiday postcard.ĮDITOR NOTE: Look for our Christmas cards for sale in next issue! You are an amazing Artist, Editor and Publisher and I just had to express my gratitude and be part of your fanclub:) ago at age 37) and his family are long time residents in North Wildwood and this is where him and I met and fell in love. The depiction brought back a beautiful memory of my husband’s favorite spot as well at 2nd St. I was so glad I picked one of these up while dining in the Wildwoods recently. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate the gorgeous *Seaside Greetings painting on the cover page of the Nov/Dec edition of the Five Mile Beach SUN. I’m looking forward to settling into my comfy chair with a cup of coffee and ‘The Sun”. I picked up ‘The Sun’ today and the layout looks great! You always do a beautiful job.

The Sun is the best thing that has happened to Wildwood, can’t wait for each issue to come out so I can read it from cover to cover. God bless you we are lucky to have you in our midst. I know you will find it therapeutic.“I can honestly say that your publication is the cleanest, brightest and best put together than any other publication that I have ever seen!… and I truly mean that.”Įvery time I open the pages of The Wildwood Sun by the Sea Magazine, I am grateful for your work which brings all that is good on God’s earth into our homes. When should you walk away? You have my blessing to start today. To stick around attempting to ingratiate yourself to someone who will never give you the love or respect you deserve would be a waste of time. READY TO CALL IT QUITSĭEAR READY: Your mother’s blatant favoritism was shameful.

I guess I’m asking when I should just walk away. I always did, but I can never understand why she truly didn’t like me. When I needed help as a student-teacher, she told me I would figure it out. She has paid for all my sisters’ court costs. Not surprisingly, my mother and I don’t see eye to eye on anything, and I would never feel comfortable going to her for help or advice. They are my daughters.” When I would ask her, “What am I?” she would restate her last comment. Even when she knew they lied, she would look at me and say, “I have to believe them. But if that doesn’t help, schedule an appointment with your doctor to make sure everything is in order emotionally and physically.ĭEAR ABBY: Whether my siblings were right, wrong or indifferent, my mom always stood up for them. And make 30 minutes of exercise a part of your daily routine. If you do it for a while, it may give you a different perspective.ĭiscuss your feelings with your friends, some of whom have likely experienced something similar. Write your thoughts and activities down and review it when you feel empty. When was the last time you helped someone feel better about herself? Have you gone out of your way to do a friend or an acquaintance a favor, or lent a willing ear to someone who needed to talk? If the answer is yes, start a journal. Rather than dwell on what may be missing from your life, perhaps consider spending some time reflecting on some of the positive differences you make in the lives of others. It refers to someone who wonders if his or her life has meaning or purpose. LIVING LIFE IN TEXASĭEAR LIVING LIFE: You may be experiencing something people call an “existential crisis,” which is not uncommon. Do you have any ideas as to what’s missing or where to go from here? Life is hard and old age isn’t for sissies. I realize I’m blessed, and most people would give anything to sit where I’m sitting. Something is definitely missing, and I can’t figure it out. I do volunteer work, am socially active and involved in my church.

I could pay cash for anything I want, but I don’t want for anything. It’s not religion I am a committed Christian. I have everything (materially) I could possibly want or need, yet I feel something vital is missing from my life. Everything I own is paid for, and I have enough money to last until my death. I’m mostly satisfied (but not happy) with my life.
