Sit down, honey. Let’s talk about it.

Empathy without enabling.

Ever need to talk something through, the possibilities, the problems, the 3am what-ifs, without dragging in the people you love? Not sure who you can trust? Need an honest opinion from someone outside the drama? Sit down, honey. If you need to vent, I’ll cheer you on. If you need to cry, I’ll virtually hold your hand (and pass the tissues). I’ll be the friend who doesn’t judge, and who also tells you the things you don’t like but need to hear. With love. Mostly.

Kids, careers, travel, divorce, bees, books, and gardening. Every opportunity is another chapter. Turn the page!

Not therapy, not counseling

The advice chair, guarded by two tuxedo cats

The letter box

Write to Sit Down, Honey

Tell me what’s going on, in your own words. I read every letter myself. When I answer yours in the column, names and identifying details come out. Want it just between us? Pull Up a Chair for a private answer.

Your letter comes straight to me. Public answers will never use your real name unless you ask.

The signature video

Answers from the chair, not the camera

The Sit Down, Honey vlog is close-framed and anonymous. You’ll hear my voice and see a cup of tea or coffee in a cozy chair — framed from the shoulders down, not my face, and not a tour of a place. Sometimes a cat wanders through. That’s part of the charm. The letter is the point. The chair is just where I sit with it.

You’ll also hear camera-light extras: the question as on-screen text with my voice, short audio-only clips, and the occasional written carousel. The public videos stay anonymous — a mug, a chair, and a voice. I’ll still tell you the truth. That’s on purpose.

Videos from the chair are coming soon.

If you’d rather keep it private

Pull Up a Chair

A written reply just for you, or a conversation. Life-experience advice, not therapy. Details are on the Pull Up a Chair page.

Pull Up a Chair

The person in the chair

About the column

I’m a high-EQ jack-of-all-trades who has lived a while and learned to hold two true things at once. I’ll be kind. I won’t baby you. My last name stays off this site.

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