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

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

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

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?

It can connect us to memories. It can influence our mood and our responses to problems we might face.

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

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.