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

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

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

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

By the way, there is nothing cute about a pink wheelchair. Pink doesn't change a thing.

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.

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