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.

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.

Writers have superpowers.

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

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

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