I'm a giver. (So sue me...no wait, ya might not wanna, cuz I'm a lawyer too.) Pardon the interruption. I give a lot. I'd probably give more, but I have an editor in the house: my husband. Sometimes he has saved me from grief...on a rare occasion. But he really can't stop me from being me...poor dear. Honestly, I need to be giving...it's who I am. But my gifts must be meaningful. And, I have to admit, they need to be appreciated. Most of the time they are appreciated...I think I've learned where to devote my attention. Is that selfish? Does it defeat the act of giving? I don't really know. But it won't stop me. I'm unstoppable! Especially when I'm wearing a tutu!