June 20, 2019
Maybe it's Time that I put this as a book.
I just replied to an email, which led to finding a poem about death, which reminded me of a great children's book I just read about teenagers dealing with race, that took me to another poem by Marianne Williamson encouraging us all to be our brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous selves. As corny as the voice inside me says I think she's right. I've always been afraid to be out there. Mother and my sister called it showing off. So it had to be wrong - right?
There is an outline already in place and I don't know where to go from there. But when I read the acknowledgements at the end of many books they thank people who helped them get it together. Helped them do re-writes. Helped them keep at it. People who believed in them and what they were writing.
Now I'm trying to get to the blog of Angie Thomas who wrote The Hate U Give the best book I've read all year. She is so real you think for sure this is happening to her as she writes it. It is sad, shocking, loving. It is about race in her life, school, neighborhood, family, her friends. She's tells us where hate comes from. I've got to tell her how much her writing meant to me. I'm one of those women who's going to a group on racial justice. And she's right, that's not enough, it's not nearly enough - it's not even close.
More later
