One day in the after-school Good News Club, I noticed a little girl wearing a shirt that said, “It’s all about me!” I said, “Um, don’t you think that’s a little self-centered?” The other kids immediately jumped to her defense: “It’s a joke, Miss Robin.” “It’s supposed to be funny!” I backed off but it got me thinking because it seems that for most of us, it IS all about us. Case in point: I was telling a friend about a pizza I’d had from a newly discovered little store-front place in my neighborhood. “It had big chunks of vegetables and grilled chicken …” She interrupted with, “I don’t like chicken on my pizza. I like traditional pizza. I want pepperoni and sausage and …” she continued to describe her ideal pizza and then went on to a story about when her sister had ordered a pizza and they had mistakenly sent… Read More »