Maya Angelou is one of my favorite writers. She's one of America's favorite writers, actually, and an amazing person in general. After reading an article that the New York Times published about her life, it's hard for me to comprehend a life as full as Maya Angelou's was. She was a writer, editor, actress of stage and screen, a professor, an Honorary Doctor, a mother, a madam, and even a calypso dancer. She's a true inspiration, and I honestly thought she'd be one of those people who just lived forever. She was too important to die. But, she was human, too, and subject to death just like the rest of us. For those of you who have never read her autobiographies or books of poetry, now is a good time to start.
Rest in peace, Maya Angelou.
U.S. District Judge John E. Jones III of Harrisburg made a decision on Tuesday to strike down the ban on gay marriages in Pennsylvania. Us gays can finally get married, legally, in Pennsylvania! 18 couples took the plunge yesterday, and many more are to come! Now, I just need to find a boyfriend! :) This is such exciting news!
Here's the local coverage:
Philadelphia Inquirer - "U.S. judge strikes down same-sex marriage ban in Pa."
Philadelphia Inquirer - "Across the city, judge's ruling lauded, lamented"
Everyone who has a mom is probably worrying about gifts, or visits, or dinners they're preparing for the occasion. For them, it's about things, stuff that means they love their mother. What I'm worrying about is the possibility of making someone uncomfortable by saying, "my mom passed away."
I look around the house, and I see all of the presents I got my mom for Mother's Day over the years. Wreathes with dried flowers, figurines, framed poems. Stuff that was supposed to prove I loved my mom, to make sure she knew how much.
Now, that measurement of love is the span of years I've been grieving since her passing. It's been 6 years, and I still miss her. I don't know if I'll ever stop. This leads me to believe that there is Mother's Day in heaven just as there is on Earth. I know that she's been watching over me for the last 6 years, and now I don't have to worry about stuff that means love. I just love. She knows it. Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I love you!
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My name is Nicholas Emeigh, but everyone calls me Nick, and I prefer it. I'm usually called Nicholas when I'm in trouble. I'm from the Philadelphia area, work in business, and fancy myself as a freelance graphic designer, writer, and artist. I have a passion for art in all its forms including music, but I restrict my singing to the shower and the car for the good of society. If you'd like to know more, just send me an e-mail. I really appreciate you stopping by.