I don't believe in God. But sitting there, in a room full of those who feel otherwise, I realize that I do believe in people. In their strength to help each other, and to thrive in spite of the odds, I believe that the extraordinary trumps the ordinary, any day. I believe that having something to hope for -- even if it's just a better tomorrow -- is the most powerful drug on this planet.

Hopefully, more and more people will come to understand that a child who's "different from" is not one who is "lesser than."

Men. You can't live with them...and you can't legally shoot them. I tossed out my husband eight years ago and got a llama instead. Best decision I ever made.

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?

Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.

This must be what an addict feels like, I think, trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story.