“I stretch my fingers across my belly and glide my hand back and forth, waving softly. Sometimes I think I feel a hand reaching out for mine. Or it could be a foot, kicking my hand away. I wish I… — Jo Knowles Copy Share Image
“Maybe that's what being real friends are all about - putting up with the hard lessons - both taught and learned together.” — Jo Knowles Copy Share Image
“I have this friend, Jake," Mr. Mitchell says, sitting on the edge of his desk. "One day, I needed a favor. It wasn't a… — Jo Knowles Copy Share Image
“I stretch my fingers across my belly and glide my hand back and forth, waving softly. Sometimes I think I feel a hand reaching… — Jo Knowles Copy Share Image
“I want to be happy. To finally just let the past slip away into the night.” — Jo Knowles Copy Share Image
“I breath in and out through my mouth to feel the quiet. In. Out. Over and over. Until I fall asleep.” — Jo Knowles Copy Share Image
“I'm lying in my room listening to the birds outside. I used to think they sang because they were happy. But then I learned… — Jo Knowles Copy Share Image
“What happens when you finally decide to tell the truth and no one listens?” — Jo Knowles Copy Share Image
