I am getting better at smiling when people expect it.

I sit at a table close to his desk. Ivy is in this class. She sits by the door. I keep staring at her, trying to make her look at me. That happens in movies - people can feel it when oother people stare at them and they just have to turn around and say something. Either Ivy has a great force field, or my lazer vision isn't very strong.

Be careful what you wish for. There's always a catch.

I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.

Each reader has to find her or his own message within a book.

There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for the holidays.

I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy.