Sometimes When We Forget To

Is He A Sophomore?" Lydia Says. "please Tell Me He's In Our Grade." "i Don't Know," I Say. "but Weren't You There When He Came To The Office?" Peyton Says. "the Secretary Didn't Get Out Her Bullhorn And Announce What Grade He's In. She Just Took Him To Meet Headmaster Perkins.

You Shоuld Eat а Waffle! Yоu саn't Bе Sad іf уоu Eat а Waffle!

And Books Are Such An Empowering Way To Give Voice To Some Of These Kids Who Aren't Yet Ready To Tell Their Story. Or Don't Know What Their Story Is, Or Are Trying To Figure It Out.

Hello Toes," I Say. They're Good Toes. I Like That They're Long And Slender And Not The Slightest Bit Stubby. I Wiggle Them, Ten Unstubby Waves That Say, "and Hello To You, Human Host!" Except They're Toes. I'm Talking To My Toes. Maybe I'm Not Bored... Maybe I'm Lonely?

If She Did See, I Hoped She' Be Amazed. Amazed And Thankful, Because Without Even Asking, She'd Received A Genuine Autograph From A Genuine Girl From Atlanta. Not Just Any Girl, But A Girl Who Was, Frankly, A Pretty Big Deal. A Girl Who Was Me.