So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.

Time passes. That's the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.

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.

I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.

So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.

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

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