Wendy Dager

When I was a teenager, I did a lot of dumb stuff. Luckily, back in the dark ages of the late 1970s and early 1980s, we had no Internet, no cellphones and no digital cameras, or my regrets would be ...

According to the rock band ZZ Top, women go crazy “bout a sharp dressed man.” This is a mostly accurate assessment, but is rarely experienced here in Southern California, where neither men nor women seem to be interested in sharp ...

It used to be that if you were unhappy with a store’s customer service, you could talk to a manager. You probably still can, but the corporate offices don’t want you to. What they want you to do instead is ...

There’s a lot of stuff regular folks don’t understand about being self-employed. For instance, when you’re an army of one, an extended vacation doesn’t exist. The last weeklong vacation my family took was eight years ago, and that’s when my ...

The DMV is something of a cliché, so I became nervous when I got the notice that I needed to renew my driver’s license in person.

My friend and her teenage children were standing in line at a restaurant and she couldn’t help but overhear the loud conversation of two nearby twenty-somethings. The young man had just returned from a trip to Africa and was talking ...

While I've tried to adhere to my rule of "no religion-no politics" in this space, I often cross the line. Not with religion — for me, that's just too personal — but with politics, which pervades many aspects of our ...

Everyone thinks drivers have gotten worse, but I am in the unique position of being able to tell you that I know this for a fact.

This is my 10th annual predictions column. However, if everybody goes all Mayan apocalypse tomorrow, then it'll be my last annual predictions column.

When one of us correctly predicts the outcome of a life event, my husband and I repeatedly and preferably ungrudgingly say to the other, "You were right."

Nov. 24 is Small Business Saturday, a promotional tool that's supposed to generate sales for — well — small businesses. It's also a way to capitalize on the frenetic holiday buying that rounds out Thanksgiving weekend, using a moniker that's ...

Most of us are getting used to what I refer to as "indignant acceptance." I indignantly accepted it when my physically disabled daughter's shoes were discontinued by the manufacturer, reissued under a new stock number and sold for about $30 ...

My mom took me to the optometrist when I was 8 years old. The optometrist told my mom, "Either she can't see or she wants glasses."

When I picked up my younger daughter from middle school that day, she had a "funny" story to tell. She was walking in the hallway and a girl purposely kicked her in the back of the leg. It was funny ...