Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

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

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.

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