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

We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.

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.

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?

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.

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