Go ahead and cry, Andy. Don't be afraid of those tears. Sometimes they help to wash the soul clean.

Go ahead and cry, Andy. Don't be afraid of those tears. Sometimes they help to wash the soul clean.

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.

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.

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

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

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