It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

After you finish a book, the story still goes on in your mind. You can never change the beginning. But you can always change the end.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.