So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

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

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

The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.

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

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