Dear Heloise: This is my best friend, Beckham. I was looking for a furry companion and spent two days at multiple locations. Then I met Beckham. His owner passed away, and the family didn’t want ...

Dear Heloise: I heartily agree with Jerry Hutter’s “Kids Need To Be Kids” letter. I told my children that the day they stop believing in Santa, they will get socks and underwear for Christmas.

Dear Heloise: When storing luggage, coolers and other items, always make sure that all compartments are zipped or snapped closed. I took a cooler off the garage shelf and found a nest of baby mice ...

Dear Heloise: Take some egg whites and dab a little of it around your eyes, mouth and forehead, then watch it dry. The wrinkles gradually disappear; it’s amazing! It works so good that you may ...

Since the paint is now expelled, there is little, if any, paint to dry out in the nozzle. I hope this helps other readers. I love “Hints From Heloise” and look forward to reading it every day.

The Rev Hugh Waddell, the father of writer Helen Waddell, was one of the Presbyterian Church in Ireland’s first missionaries to China. In the early summer of 1871 Hugh Waddell was obliged to ...

Dear Heloise: Recently, someone else wrote to you regarding cemetery thefts, and they mentioned that the cemeteries used stainless steel vases. This thievery is so sad; people are so disrespectful ...

Poetry aesthetics may be a new frontier for neuroimaging research, but already it’s clear that there is a wealth of pleasure to be gained from engaging with poems. Five ways to celebrate National ...

Dear Heloise: We save paper towel rolls, toilet paper rolls, egg cartons, cardboard boxes, and plastic lids and bottles for the Children’s Museum in Denver.

This poem focuses on a letter written by Héloïse d’Argenteuil (who is referred to as Eloisa in the poem) to Pierre Abelard, who together shared a tragic love affair in the 12th century. First, some ...

Abelard seems to have turned away from sensual love after the incident, ... In the more than 800 years since their deaths, their story, now the stuff of paintings and poetry, ...