It's already 95 degrees outside. Mississippi got the most unorganized weather in the nation.

...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?

And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.

But after Mr. Evers got shot a week ago, lot a colored folk is frustrated in this town. Especially the younger ones, who ain't built up a callus yet.

The point is, I can’t tell you how to succeed. But I can tell you how not to: Give in to the shame of being rejected and put your manuscript—or painting, song, voice, dance moves, [insert passion here]—in the coffin that is your bedside drawer and close it for good. I guarantee you that it won’t take you anywhere. Or you could do what this writer did: Give in to your obsession instead.

All I'm saying is, kindness don't have no boundaries.

Great books give you a feeling that you miss all day, until you finally get to crawl back inside those pages again.