The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it

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

What if the one I choose to discount is one who has been truly hurt?

Me, I was already jaded and tarnished, skeptical that a fantasy world could keep reality at bay.

Often, when the last page is turned, it will haunt you.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.