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.

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

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

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

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

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.

I learned to dream through reading, learned to create dreams through writing, and learned to develop dreamers through teaching. I shall always be a dreamer.