Dear Aunt Millie,
I can give good advice to everyone else, so why can't I solve my own problems? I'm really excited about taking over this column, but I can't figure out what to do about your nephew.
Griffin makes my toes curl and I forget what I'm saying around him--not a good thing for a writer. Even worse, I'm just a simple girl from the wrong part of town, and he's a wealthy, sophisticated man who thinks I might be after your money.
How can I make Griffin accept me for who I really am?
Sincerely,
Confused in Chicago
(aka Maggy Gallagher)