A Pig Flies!

Sometimes, when you want something so bad, you just close your eyes and go for it!

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To a Lady I Call Mama Maya…

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.┬áIn 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.


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