DEAR MISS MANNERS: When I was growing up, my mother was adamant that I learn proper manners, especially at the dinner table. Bad table manners were my mother’s pet peeve, and they became mine, as well ...

DEAR MISS MANNERS: When I was growing up, my mother was adamant that I learn proper manners, especially at the dinner table. Bad table manners were my mother’s pet peeve, and they became mine, as well ...

The first time I had dinner at my husband’s family estate, I thought I was prepared. I’d watched enough period dramas to know which fork to use. I dressed appropriately. I smiled at the right moments.

You could recite some table etiquette rules in your sleep: Keep your elbows off the table. Place the napkin in your lap. Don't speak with your mouth full. But there are also some finer points of table ...

Dear Miss Manners: I was dining within inches of an occupied table for two at a restaurant. One of the men at that table asked his dining companion if he knew where the restroom was located. He didn’t ...

These days, the words "etiquette" and "manners" are used more or less interchangeably. Maybe etiquette is seen as a fancier set of manners -- the kind of fork-crossing, tea-stirring social cues you ...

DEAR MISS MANNERS: I was in a museum cafe, searching for a place to sit with my husband. There were two remaining tables, but no chairs. A lovely father and son at one table saw my dilemma and ...

Dear Miss Manners: Tensions were riding high on the eve of my brother’s wedding, when I made the faux pas of mentioning his baldness at the dinner table. I mentioned that I, too, have male-pattern ...