There's something beautiful about the fact that Obama was not just elected, but elected decisively across racial, and socio-economic and cultural groups and that we all celebrated in his win.

To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.

Just because I am wheelchair-bound doesn't mean I don't get around.

I love wisdom. And you can never be great at anything unless you love it. Not be in love with it, but love the thing, admire the thing. And it seems that if you love the thing, and you don't just want to possess it, it will find you.

I try to see every day as a celebration.

Each of us has the power and responsibility to become a rainbow in the clouds.