I have been called everything from Barbara Walters to the infamous ear hustler of the neighborhood. Whatever I am called, I am proud of my innate desire to mind other people's business. Yes, I'm always in someone else's kool aid and yes, I do know the flavor.  When I was a little girl, I would absorb any and all information that came my way. I was what you would call a hoarder of information. You just never knew when that particular information would become useful. For example,  Aunt Gracey wasn't as faithful to Uncle John as she pretended to be. I overheard her telling Mr. Walker that  Uncle John was nothing in bed. Mrs Abanathy so called spells were nothing more than the shakes. She was an alcoholic. The nurse down at the Health Department couldn't have kids. She claimed that she couldn't have children. She had already had four miscarriages. Later I learned she was really a he. All this and more, I learned growing up in a small town in Mississippi. Old folks would refer to me as an old soul. I was wise beyong my years. They still come to me with all sorts of messy situations. If you anything like me, you are just dying to give your two cents worth. Well, here is your chance to give your two cents and a donation to boot. You don't have to make a donation in order to give your two cent, but I would surely appreciate it if you did.