I have a lot of people to thank but they're none of them here so I'm not going to bother.

Any problem, big or small, within a family, always seems to start with bad communication. Someone isn't listening.

We must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days are in fact here for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives.

There's an awful lot of misunderstanding here about what being poor actually means. I don't think people understand that being poor means you have to work from dawn until dusk just to survive through the day. I think there's some notion that poor people lie about all day not doing anything. It is remarkable how many misconceptions there are here about life in the developing world and I think that that knowledge gap has done a lot to contribute to the imbalance quite frankly.

This morning, I went to wipe my hands on a tea towel, and while I was using it, it seemed like it felt a bit light. I unfolded it and realized my daughter had cut little bits out of it to make frocks for her dolls!

The flashbacks are parallel for me. You experience two storylines at the same time, and I'm not switching from one time to another.

Being disabled should not mean being disqualified from having access to every aspect of life.