Do you play football for Pittsburgh? Then why are you such a Steeler?!

One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

She raced for him, propelled by the strength of a thousand regrets.

Kuh-laire, Is cam a fattening Girl Scout Cookie layered with peanut butter and a chocolate coating? No. Then dont make him a tagalong!

Never slam a car door. According to the Westchester elite, it's a heinous crime, as heartless as kicking a puppy.

And when things start to go wrong, a good boss doesn't just fire everybody and start over.

I was a terrible athlete and a pretty bad student. I couldn't focus. My imagination was always racing.