I've written in every imaginable location; a repurposed closet, the kitchen table, the bleachers while my kids had basketball practice, the front seat of the car when they were at soccer. In airports. On trains. In the break room when I was supposed to be wolfing down dinner. In the back of classrooms when I was supposed to be paying attention.

I wish adults would spend less energy freaking out about the cutting itself and work harder to understand what drives kids to self-harm.

I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.

Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

I like cheeseburgers too much to be a model.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

Can the plural possessive express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!