Advice from a small town girl

You know, I’ve always thought of myself as a basically honest person.

In fact, I like to think of myself as above average in that regard. When I find paper money on the street, I attempt to find its owner. Usually, when something is my fault, I confess.

I don’t steal.

I don’t lie, unless it doesn't matter.

“Aha!” you say. “There she goes, down that slippery slope of making God-like decisions.”

For who am I to decide what matters?

But that’s a bit off track.

The lies I’ve been thinking about lately are the ones I tell myself.

I've been telling myself some of them for a very long time.

A couple...