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when david alan grier hosted ‘saturday night live,’ there was a very funny sketch about news anchors whose...
i flew out to Boston yesterday morning with a last minute ticket. it was probably the best flight i have ever had in my life.
i applied for a job on tuesday, got a call back the same day. just had my phone interview and i think it went really well.
My first instagram post was a picture I took of this Maya Angelou sculpture at the ‘Remember Them: Champions for Humanity’ bronze monument in Uptown Oakland.
I remember rushing from work during my lunch to the unveiling ceremony in October 2011, hoping to meet her because she was scheduled to speak. She was too ill to make the trip to California at the time, so her son showed up in her absence. I was so sad, thinking it was probably my last and only opportunity to see her speak live. I was right.
I love this monument though. In the cluster of humanitarians which is designed as a sort of Mt. Rushmore of heroes, her likeness is the only one that stands alone (with Ruby Bridges behind and to the bottom left of her). So proud of my city for honoring her. #Oakland (at Uptown Oakland)
One of my greatest inspirations is gone. Never got a chance to meet her, to talk to her, touch her, and thank her for the words that meant so much to me so many times in my life. Her words taught me a lot, not just as a writer, but as a woman. Her passing is a hard pill to swallow, but I am grateful for everything she was here to give.
I posted this last month for her birthday:
"I’m a "Granny’s Girl," so I was devastated when my grandmother passed. Maya Angelou’s words about losing her own grandmother were the only things that healed me. Her transparency, her work, her stories, her poetry, her smile have inspired me to be resilient, to grow, to love, and to never stop sharing my experiences with the world. She is definitely an earthly angel."
First meeting of @Booktini’s new reading season went well. Love meeting with these ladies every month.
Now planning our annual Coed Cocktails for June! We’ll be talking sports with the fellas after reading “40 Million Dollar Slaves: The Rise, Fall, and Redemption of the Black Athlete” by William C. Rhoden.
#bookclubs #friends #goodreads #Oakland #EastBay #BoySnowBird #readinggroups
Why do I love books so much? My mother read to me in the womb, read to me every night before bed until I was old enough to read to her every night before bed, walked me to the MLK Library in East Oakland every 3 weeks, attached book shelves to me toy chest, and bought me every book I begged for during the Scholastic book fairs at school.
Funny that now she comes to me for book suggestions.
Taking this lady to a play and dinner right now to show my appreciation.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, Y’ALL.
Sad about this today: after 54 years (33 years at this location), Marcus Books in San Francisco closed yesterday. Evicted is a more accurate statement. Crazy how this happened two days after the @booktini -Oakland chapter purchased our May selection from the Oakland store. I’d wanted us to support SF because of their well publicized struggle with their landlord, but they couldnt get our books to us in time and told us that supporting their Oakland location was still supporting them. But this still makes me wish that I could’ve done something more to help. Really hoping they find a new location soon, and don’t shut down for good.
With big chain book stores like Borders closing, and Barnes & Noble on it’s last legs, it’s not surprising that small, independent book stores, particularly Black book stores, are faring much worse. According to aalbc.com, as of now, there are only 54 Black book stores left in the country.
In an effort to support fledgling brick and mortar book stores that are dwindling due to cheaper online retail alternatives, May is “Adopt Your Local Book Store” month for @booktini.
My Oakland/East Bay Chapter is supporting Marcus Books of Oakland & San Francisco, the oldest Black book store in the nation, by purchasing our May Literary Selection, “Boy, Snow, Bird” by Helen Oyeyemi, from them this evening.
Photo courtesy of @iamcaps (at Marcus Books)
I’m a “Granny’s Girl,” so I was devastated when my grandmother passed. This woman’s words about losing her own grandmother were the only things that healed me. Her transparency, her work, her stories, her poetry, her smile has inspired me to be resilient, to grow, to love, and to never stop sharing my stories. She is definitely an earthly angel.
HAPPY 82ND BIRTHDAY, MAYA ANGELOU.