For some reason, people are always telling me their problems. Not only people who actually know me, (and should know better than to ask for advice from someone whose life is like one of those drawers you throw everything in and then can’t find one useful thing and want to throw the whole thing out and start all over), but total strangers. People sitting next to me on planes. In waiting rooms. Most memorably, a nurse giving me a Pap test and asking me if she should break up with her boyfriend.
So until I have my own radio call-in show, or get a body double for my TV advice show, you, my little audience, can amuse yourselves by asking me or telling me anything this weekend while I’m away dispensing advice and encouragement. Tell me who you are, if you blog and why, or just some random fact or delightful anecdote. Or you can ask me anything you want. Answers on Monday!