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.

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

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.

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

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.

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

Writers have superpowers.