I Learn From My Own Daughter That

When I Was Little, The Great Mystery To Me Was Not How Babies Were Made, But Why?

Many Trees Have Died So That The Catholic Church Can Preach Against Homosexuality.

What's Stronger-the Need To Uphold The Law, Or The Motive To Turn One's Back On It?

I Used To Think I'd Be Just Like Them When I Grew Up, But I Am Not. And The Thing Is, Somewhere Along The Way, I Stopped Wanting To Be Like Them, Anyway.

She Stared At Peter, And She Realized That In That One Moment, When She Hadn't Been Thinking, She Knew Exactly What He'd Felt As He Moved Through The School With His Backpack And His Guns. Every Kid In This School Played A Role: Jock, Brain, Beauty, Freak. All Peter Had Done Was What They All Secretly Dreamed Of: Be Someone, Even For Just Nineteen Minutes, Who Nobody Else Was Allowed To Judge.