The crumbling

“… at the amassing …”

The transitioning

I heard, my heart sank. A tear formed. I sighed deeply. I never met you, but my heart said otherwise in lieu of your residence inside. I could not disguise the selfishness, my human nature of mourning your passing instead of celebrating your transition to a higher administration. You haven’t left You’ve merely progressed fromContinue reading “The transitioning”

My thoughts on Sister Maya’s transition

Admittedly, I was moved by the announcement of Maya Angelou’s homecoming this morning. My eyes welled up with tears as I sat in stunned silence, temporarily dropping out of my corporate environment into a sullen, murky place. My initial response of being forlorn at the realization that a voice had been silenced forever, gave wayContinue reading “My thoughts on Sister Maya’s transition”