She talked to me like I was just like any other student, not a kid in a wheelchair.

She talked to me like I was just like any other student, not a kid in a wheelchair.

One series of notes, high and delicate, sang of a sweet moonlight kiss gone sour; another line of music rippled with regret over opportunities forever lost.

Do you know what courage is? I guess you don't. Do you know that the courage it took at that moment - to actually blow yourself away - was more than enough courage to keep on living?

I learned to dream through reading, learned to create dreams through writing, and learned to develop dreamers through teaching. I shall always be a dreamer.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

Without the local library in my neighborhood, I don’t think I would have grown up to be a writer or a teacher.