It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine's Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year's Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids in their windows by January second to rub it in.

Like my grandmother always said, 'you never know the blessings that come from suffering.

When you can carry five full dinner platters on your left arm, you should be able to vote, even if you're not eighteen.

They marched. Not for themselves. They marched to remember the ones who didn't make it back. They marched because seeing so much loss can teach you about life. they marched because we're all fighting a war whether we know it or not...a war for our minds and souls and what we believe in.

New places always help us look at life differently

Librarians understand about power - they know how to find anything.

Sometimes you've got to shout the truth and wake people up.