And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

Banning books gives us silence when we need speech. It closes our ears when we need to listen. It makes us blind when we need sight.

on that piece of white paper, sam wrote, "write about me sometime." and i typed something back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. i just typed. "i will.

As I was walking up the stairs to dad's old room, and I was looking at the photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took the photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.

The sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can't reach