You only are free when you realize you belong to no place — you belong every place. —¬†Maya Angelou I traveled to DC where I lived for eighteen years last weekend. The whole time I lived there, I never quite felt that I fit in. I felt like I was a visitor and reading Maya’s…

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We, this people, on this small and drifting planet Whose hands can strike with such abandon That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness That the haughty neck is happy to bow And the proud back is glad to bend Out of…

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I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. — Maya Angelou I met Maya Angelou once. She wrote an article about my friend and colleague, Charley Bussey, who was vice-mayor when I was Mayor and when I stepped…

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