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

What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other

That's what happens to dreams, life gets in the way.

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you’re alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.

Once the world was pulled out from beneath your feet, did you ever get to stand on firm ground again?

Just because you didn't speak the facts out loud didn't erase their existence. Silence was just a quieter way to lie.

Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.