Advice from a small town girl

You may not have noticed this.

I like words.

Actually, I love words.

I love searching for, and especially finding, that exact word that can make my meaning clear.

Clear to me, anyway. Everyone else, not so much.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about words to live by.

“Could,” “should,” “can’t” and “won’t” are just a tiny part of that particular lexicon.

“Could” is such a hopeful word.

When I was young, I could be anything I wanted. I could grow up to be a forest ranger or an archeologist, a singer or dancer.

Well, probably not a dancer. I fell down a lot as a child.

Now that I no longer qualify as...