I have a big old cactus in a pot in my garden. Every couple years it does this amazing thing. It did it today, when our hot and sweltering afternoon cooled to a delicious, balmy evening.
Here it is this afternoon, and a few hours later.
You want to know what this has to do with writing? Everything. Just for a moment, to feel how wonderful it is to be alive, breathe in a bit of beauty, and breathe out love and thanks.
My latest book is the story of the Selma to Montgomery march for the vote in 1965. Kids and teens, jailed and beaten, got up each morning to march again. They made the march a success. If these kids could change the world, armed only with songs and courage, so can we.
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