I’m a big fan of advice columns. Love reading them and heard about this creative extension of one a few months ago.

A Boston Globe podcaster and longtime advice columnist–“Love Letters”–had a great idea. Collaborating with the Boston Public Library, Meredith Goldstein launched a Love Letters phone booth. She wrote about it in “The Boston Public Library and Love Letters invite you to call Love Letters and share.”

This is how it works: “You go in, pick up the phone, and choose from a set of options. The main goal is for you to leave an anonymous question – feel free to ramble about your relationship quandaries! – and I’ll do my best to address it in the Love Letters column, which appears on Boston.com and in The Boston Globe.”

She wrote “Phone booths have always seemed to offer privacy. A few years ago, I asked myself: ‘How can I make this magic phone booth come to life?’” She referenced Superman, Dr. Who, “Will Ferrell’s character, Ron Burgundy, tells a friend that a phone booth is a ‘glass case of emotion’ – because he’s crying inside of it.”

She listed a bunch of reasons for choosing the library for the phone booth. Some include it’s the place people “go to share and receive stories,” “where we keep records of past experiences” and “help us find a path out of loneliness – for free.” She added “They’re where we seek answers to questions.”

Participants don’t have to identify themselves and some of their words might be used on the podcast.

“By contributing, you’re giving a gift. If you look back at advice column history (they’ve been around for centuries!), it’s clear that when people share their problems, other people get to feel less alone about their own.”

Have you ever asked a question to an advice columnist? Do you enjoy reading the questions and answers? Any favorites?

   

A friend enjoys playing Spelling Bee, one of The New York Times games, so I’ve just given it a try to unspectacular results. She said it’s good brain exercise. I worry it will be a time sponge.  I’ll have to set a limit.

Can you spell bromocriptine?

The 14-year-old California eighth grader, Shrey Parikh, can. He won the 2026 Scripps National Spelling Bee. The competition was a nailbiter. His competition was brilliant. He won the runoff against another whiz kid and was celebrated on network TV. I’m not the only one impressed.

But is the skill an anachronism in the world of AI? Or will the character of children who dedicate themselves to such a win pushing themselves above and beyond impact their futures in a good way whether or not they win?

   

Why do we allow ourselves to be poisoned? We have been content to subject ourselves to toxins in favorite foods no less.

I was glad to see that New York State has banned the manufacture and sale of potassium bromate in flour which is already banned in California, Canada, China, the European Union, UK and India. It won’t be removed, for example, in our bagels and pizza–which use this additive–until next year. It improves the performance of dough in commercial baking.

And there is a cousin of poisons in food– flavored vapes that are thought will be especially enticing to young people. “The F.D.A. issued new guidance that could pave the way for major tobacco companies to begin selling flavored vapes and to snare a chunk of the $6 billion e-cigarette market away from illegal Chinese competitors. The new policy bypassed the F.D.A.’s regular rule-making process,” Christina Jewett and Kenneth P. Vogel wrote in The New York Times. The title of their article, “With a Friend in Trump, the Tobacco Industry Secures a Lucrative Win,”

Regarding the potassium bromate, what about the rest of the States? Shouldn’t they ban it too? Will pizza and bagel sales plummet in New York waiting for the law to kick in in 2027? How come so many other countries have forbidden it and we haven’t?

The title of the New York Times article explains why we can expect to see flavored vapes on the market. Why aren’t they banned or strictly controlled by exorbitant pricing regardless of where they are made?

   

Coincidences fascinate me. My mother’s next-door neighbors–husband and wife–shared the same birthday. Babies born naturally on an important date for the family—a grandpa’s birthday for example—are marvels.

I often will begin to text someone when the phone rings and it’s them. ESP? Coincidence?

On the anniversary of the day I met my husband a memory inspired this post about an incident after we started dating.

When we met, Homer worked and lived in Manhattan and I lived in Brooklyn. He would take a car service to pick me up for dinner in Manhattan. About a year later he was in a car service vehicle on his way to the airport leaving from his NYC office. The driver said, “I remember you. What ever happened to the woman you picked up in Brooklyn—I was your driver–and then I dropped you off at a restaurant in the city?” [Did he eavesdrop on our conversation? Did he see Homer reach for my hand for the first time? Did he suspect something lovely was happening?]

“I married her,” said Homer.

Do you have fun coincidences to share?

   

A friend grumbled the other week because he’d poured his soul into a proposal and when he followed up the recipient said, “I just wanted to know the price. Thanks. I’m hiring a local company.”

The most blatant example that happened to me involved someone I had worked with at a different company–and I trusted–who upon receiving my proposal said, “This is great. I’ll hand it to my staff. Great roadmap. They are terrific and will carry it out. Thanks.”

I always wondered if there are repercussions for this type of business behavior. Legal? Yes. Ethical? No.

Then there are those who barge to the front of a line at a store. You say, “Excuse me, there’s a line.” Their response, “I just wanted to know….”

Have you bumped into situations like this?