“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you”
My jaw dropped when I the read the news of Maya Angelou passing.
I was in one of those crowded waiting rooms devoid of any personality, trying not to draw attention to the ongoing chomp,slurp, chomp my beloved seaweed sashimi was causing.
Hey, when hunger calls. I sprint!
I may just have been 12 or 13 when first introduced to Miss Maya but I remember feeling like I had been slapped across the face by genius.
Suppose I better get started on becoming 1/12th of the writer she was.