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Polka Dot Suitcase

Polka Dot Suitcase

There really was a polka dot suitcase. I was in third grade, and I had the most wonderful teacher — Mrs. Jane Bull. She created a special desk for me, crammed full of writing prompts, where I could go if I finished my school work early. I’d pull out a...
Maya Angelou and my son, part two

Maya Angelou and my son, part two

Six weeks after I interviewed Dr. Maya Angelou, I was talking with my friend on my cell phone. At that time, we still had a land line, and it was still on an answering machine — gasp! ‘member those? — where you could listen to the message as it was being recorded. The...
Maya Angelou and my son

Maya Angelou and my son

For many years, I worked for a publication that adored putting celebrities on the cover. Because I’ve always run my biz with a healthy sense of delusion, I was all, “Okay! I’ll get you some celebs!” and then I’d proceed to naively reach out to celebs to interview....