Teachers must be celebrated for moving civilization from ignorance to enlightenment, from apathy to responsibility.

I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It's the rest of the world I'm not so sure of.

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.

[A] person is so much more than the name of a diagnosis on a chart.

Words. I'm surrounding by thousands of words. Maybe millions...Deep within me, words pile up in huge drifts. Mountains of phrases and sentences and connected ideas. Clever expressions. Jokes. Love songs...I have never spoken one single word. I am almost eleven years old.

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.