Words.I’m surrounded by thousands of words. Maybe millions. Cathedral. Mayonnaise. Pomegranate.Mississippi. Neapolitan. Hippopotamus.Silky. Terrifying. Iridescent.Tickle. Sneeze. Wish. Worry.Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes—each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my...

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

I love the smell of my mother’s hair after she washes it.I love the feel of the scratchy stubble on my father’s face before he shaves.But I’ve never been able to tell them.

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

Maybe I’m not so different from everyone else after all. It’s like somebody gave me a puzzle, but I don’t have the box with the picture on it. So I don’t know what the final...

What’s right isn’t always popular, and whats popular isn’t always right.

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.

She’s, like, really, really beautiful, but I don’t think she sees that when she looks in the mirror.

What would you do if you could fly?” Mrs. V asks as she glances from the bird to me. “Is that on the quiz?” I ask, grinning as I type.”I think we’ve studied just about...

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.