Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

People are always afraid of the unknown - and banding together against the Thing That Is Different From Us is a time-honoured tradition for rallying the masses.

People have to experience things that terrify them. If they don't, how will they ever come to appreciate safety?

I imagined what it would be like to hold a butterfly in your hands something bejeweled and treasured and to know that despite your devotion it was dying by degrees.

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

You build a wall to keep something unwanted out … or to hold something precious in.

Just 'cause you can't see me don't mean I gone away.