We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

The blanket was there, but it was the boy's embrace that covered and warmed him.

Letter from Mr. B: Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself?

She's in tenth grade,' he said. 'I hear she's been homeschooled till now.' Maybe that explains it,' I said.

You are truly focused when you're so focused that you don't know you're focused.

I’m erased. I’m gone. I’m nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl…. And… I see. I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I’m not outside my world anymore, and I’m not really inside it either. The thing is, there’s no difference between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain. I like that most of all, being rain.

You are what you are" "Which is what? I wondered