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 ...

There’s a certain grace in the way someone handles a spoon, fork and knife, steady, effortless and unhurried. No scraping plates, no juggling cutlery mid-bite, no dramatic gestures. Just quiet ...

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: My adult daughters learned etiquette from me. It was passed down from my mother. Somewhere along the line, the old etiquette has been forgotten and new manners have been invented by ...

DEAR MISS MANNERS: I have a tremor in my hands, worse in my dominant hand, and it affects my table manners. In public, I try to choose foods that are relatively easy for me to handle, but I often have ...