Dearest Dr. Marguerite Ann “Maya” Johnson Angelou,
I hope you don’t mind that I lovingly refer to you as Mama Maya. I’ve never met you in person, but I feel as though we know each other. We know each other, because we’ve both experienced and shared (to varying degrees) the bittersweet complexities of life as a Black woman in America. When you wrote, you knew someone like me would read it. As you lived your life, you knew that someone like me was watching. Either way, I could not only relate, but I could learn from you. In your words, in your journey, I have seen both a mirror and a compass, and I have learned in many ways how to navigate. You were, and will forever be, a north star.
This week, I finally got my hands on a Kindle Fire, which means that I can now fit more leisurely reading into my schedule! Yay! But what I find in my book search sometimes leaves me frustrated and disappointed.
At first I was happy…but then…
Today I braved 4 hours on my feet after working 9-5 to attend what some call a concert. I call it church.
It was just…it was so…she was…someone hold me, I’ve been thoroughly rocked!
Well, I’m not going to say I failed the #31WriteNow challenge, but…
Whatever! Gimme my ‘A-for-effort’ sticker!
Tonight, I attended my first baseball game ever at Fenway. 😀
Know What Makes Everything Better? Friends, alcohol and $.25 honey buffalo wings. I’ve had a rough weekend.