With Women’s History Month here and International Women’s Day only days away, I’ve been reflecting on the many words of one of my favourite writers, Maya Angelou.
When I first read “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” shortly after I moved away from San Francisco, it shed further light onto a city I had just barely gotten to know. Angelou’s words soared off the page and came to life as I imagined her walking through the same streets I had. Whenever I hopped on one of the iconic streetcars, I thought of her, San Francisco's first Black streetcar conductor.
One of the beautiful things about writing is its ability to live well past the writer. Angelou may not be here physically, but her words are, and there is still much to be learned through what she wrote.
