I leaned forward and kissed him. And again. As if I were passing him all those silent words I cound not say, the ones that explained my biggest secret: that I might not have OI but I knew how he (Adam) felt. That I was breaking apart, too, all the time."-Amelia

Knowledge was power, but a good librarian did not hoard the gift. She taught others how to find, where to look, how to see.

If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand.

As it turned out, though, it was a lot easier to say that someone deserved to die for what they did than it was to take the responsibility to make that happen.

Betrayal was a stone beneath a mattress of thr bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.

Rest easy, real mothers. The very fact that you worry about being a good mom means that you already are one.