My angel-boy is close now, as in five-feet-away close. There's no way I'm going to burst into song in front of him. But then the contrary part of me says, you're going to let a boy keep you from singing out loud? Sing, sister! Sing! So I do, and my angel-boy turns his head.

I'm sorry," he said again, and this time he took those words and owned them.

Curse false-hand-holding boys!

I'm in loooove with this boy, and when you in love with someone, you don't give up on 'em, mo matter what.

We all mess up. It's what we learn from our mistakes that matters.

Yes, that man acted ugly," she told us in plain English. "But throwing more ugliness back at him ain't the answer.

I did a lot of research on a couple different things. One was, how do people handle hating themselves and hating others? And hatred is a secondary emotion, I think; it always springs from something else ... usually fear, that's probably what it is. So I looked a lot at that.