Advice from a small town girl

Several weeks ago, when The Editor suggested that my column should have a name, we discussed several options. “Advice from a small town girl” seemed about the best possible choice from among several, some of which were downright weird, and most of which were boring.

But now I see the perfect title.

“It’s all about me.”

Because it is. I can’t crawl into your heads and talk about the issues you have with yourself and the world. I’m way too busy in my own head.

It’s not always pretty in there – kind of like my dining room table. We all know the people who have the perfectly decorated house, where...