There was no rain, no cold,

Sometimes you see kids addressing issues, whether it be suicide, or drugs affecting them or their family. Sometimes the poems are a cry for help - something they can't express but they need to say. It's feelings and emotions coming out. Not just a story to inform or educate, but true emotions. The other teens can really relate to that.

I don't flatter myself - I'm not a scientist, I'm not a conservation expert.

Forty freaked me out. I didn't see it coming. My life was in a state of chaos - I was moving jobs and moving house - and it just hit me like a ton of bricks.

When you talk about an icon and a legend, an extraordinary individual, as well as a people's person, it's difficult where to start about the man. He was the kind of person where all you would have to say is Amby and people knew who you were talking about. People loved him. On the day of his passing, the headline in the (Providence) Journal read, A one, and last, of a kind. In all of the years that I worked with Amby, it's hard to pinpoint what stands out the most, except that he was always there.

It takes a lot of courage, when everyone is asking you what you want to do, if you say that you want to be a musician or an actor; people can be very condescending and say, 'Oh, that's so sweet, good luck with that!' It can be very frustrating.