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Confessions of a Counterfeit Farm Girl

While McCorkindale's stories of adjusting to rural Virginia life after leaving suburban New Jersey are generally funny, there's a clear strain of bitterness and more than a whiff of disdain for the residents of Fauquier County and its lack of commerce. This doesn't work for me, a suburban Richmond girl who happily moved to the western-central Virginia boonies (and its lack of commerce) when I fell in love with a wild-eyed country boy. McCorkindale lurks in the shadows of feminine humor masters Laurie Notaro and Celia Rivenbark -- take a page from them, Suzy, and get back to us when you learn something.
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