Didn't Know How it Would Feel

I didn't know how it would feel to have a book that I wrote in my hands. Reading and re-reading my favorite (and not so favorite) sections. It was a lot of work, I think it's pretty good.

It's interesting that I received it on Obama's first full day as President. This book about community organizing; a community organizer as President.

Somehow this clear, compassionate, smart self of mine overcame my little self with her self-doubts, anxiety, anger, full of foibles. And that's the message of the book too.

I only hope some people will actually read it; it could actually educate and inspire.

I'm thinking of my father today, gone many years now. I think he would have been really proud. I read a book about Cesar Chavez that was on his book shelf for a junior high book report; he had a picture of Kennedy in the living room. My father, who grew up poor in the South, who wanted something different from life. Wish I could call him on the phone today.

One never knows what the mysterious field of emotions will yield. Amazing.