I believe in books. I believe in picture books and chapter books Books of facts and books of quotes. I believe in the power of a book to make us laugh, cry, question, wonder. I believe books will take us to magical places far away, inside ourselves. I believe in libraries. Halls of endless books and knowledge Open to anyone who comes to seek it. Shelves and stacks Wonder and possibility available for all. I believe in play. I believe in pretending and imagining, creating, building, cooking up plastic food coloring yellow suns with smiley faces. Making mud pies in the dirt Digging sand castles on the beach. I believe in the helpers, the ones Mr. Rogers talked about, the ones who are always present in times of terror and despair. I believe love wins, even when it seems impossible to believe. I believe that Martin Luther King Jr. was right when he said "Intelligence plus character- that is the goal of true education." I believe your character is who you are when no else is watching. I believe we all have gifts and they aren't identical aren't standardized aren't common. I believe in music and art movement and dance laughter and joy I believe in making choices and taking chances. I believe in writing. I believe in picking up your pen or firing up your iPad and putting words to thoughts memories on the page. I believe writing helps you find yourself and make sense of your world know where you fit in and where you never will. I believe on the darkest days absent of joy and laughter chances and choice, because you're a writer you know who you've been, you know who you are, and you know no one, not any one can ever take away what you believe. (This post was originally published on March 31, 2015 on my blog, Courage Doesn't Always Roar. I still believe.)
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