Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

I mean, what good is a women's lib if we can't use it to ask guys to dances?

Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.