All about me...again!

                  Way too often, I’m all about me. I don’t wantto be—I want to be the Mother Theresa of feminism, the light of reluctant liberalism, the best cook in Grandmothers of America, Best Example of Christianity you know, the…well, never mind, I’m not those things. But I am in there swinging. And, whether I like it or not, I think I write about myself a lot.           No matter what my heroines do for a living,...