Advice from a small town girl

I am, at worst, somewhat neurotic. At best, I’m conflicted.

Sometimes I can’t believe how much time (and energy) I spend just trying to decide what’s important to me.

There’s the (for want of a better term) American in me. She’s the one who thinks that because it’s there, it must be good, and it’s there just for me. Never mind that Americans are the 5 percent of the world’s population that consumes 25% of the available energy.

She’s the one who wants to step up to the plate and take a swing at running a business. On further reflection, though . . .

. . the organic farmer in me wriggles to the...