I've had more students die than I ever thought possible. My husband urges me to quit Fairfield and teach at some school without gang members who live their lives only to die or end up as drug dealers.

If you can't share with your friends, who can you share with?

I never believed in love at first sight, until I met Derek. It's all-consuming and delicious and wonderful and exciting. At the same time, it makes me nervous and self-conscious and emotional. Love exists. I know it does, because I'm madly, deeply, hopelessly in love.

Just the fact that you need me to prove I love you is probably a clue it isn’t working

Some things need to be left unsaid.

Expectations make people miserable, so whatever yours are, lower them. You'll definitely be happier.

Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?