Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.
Sharon M. DraperI learned to dream through reading, learned to create dreams through writing, and learned to develop dreamers through teaching. I shall always be a dreamer.
Sharon M. DraperBy the way, there is nothing cute about a pink wheelchair. Pink doesn't change a thing.
Sharon M. DraperWhat would you do if you could fly?" Mrs. V asks as she glances from the bird to me. "Is that on the quiz?" I ask, grinning as I type. "I think we've studied just about everything else." Mrs. V chuckles. "I'd be scared to let go," I type. "Afraid you'd fall?" she asks. "No. Afraid it would feel so good, I'd just fly away.
Sharon M. Draper