Sing You Home

"You can agrue that it's a different world now than the one when Matthew Shepard was killed, but there is a subtle difference between tolerance and acceptance. It's the distance between moving into the cul-de-sac and having your next-door neighbor trust you to keep an eye on her preschool daughter for a few minutes while she runs out to the post office. It's the chasm between being invited to a colleague's wedding with your same-sex partner and being able to slow dance without the other guests whispering.

I remember my mother telling me that, when she was a little girl in Catholic school, the nuns used to hit her left hand every time she wrote with it. Nowadays, if a teacher did that, she'd probably be arrested for child abuse. The optimist in me wants to believe sexuality will eventually become like handwriting: there's no right way and wrong way to do it. We're all just wired differently.

It's also worth noting that, when you meet someone, you never bother to ask if he's right- or left-handed.

After all: Does it really matter to anyone other than the person holding the pen?"

Page 95 from Sing You Home by Jodi Picoult

This is so the truth. This book is amazing. I'm only halfway through but it's soo good I plan to finish it in the next couple days. It has so many layers to the story. I saw this piece of it and had to post it. How is it that something like this is so easy for me to understand but so impossible for some others?