There are no words.
There were days she’d go in to work and have nothing to do. Literally no projects. No assignments. Not even a measly, mindless task. To keep herself from going mad, Mom began bringing in her personal iPad.
Eager to start my second day of the trip, I dashed into the subway station weaving through the commute crowd. I clearly didn’t belong – my stuffed vintage backpack stood apart from the worn, tired briefcases and purses.
As tributes to the Queen of Soul rippled across the country and around the world Thursday morning, over 400 US newspaper editorial boards joined a call from the Boston Globe to demand their own R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
It’s stunning which of life’s details burrow themselves into memory then latch on and root. And which ones don’t make the cut. I don’t remember what I said to Jackie or even calling out to her after seeing Nikki held captive.
Eight years ago my teenage daughter and mom traveled to Washington D.C. for President Barack Obama's inauguration. They braved the bitter cold and the crushing crowds to celebrate history - an African American sworn in as POTUS. Like millions, I was stunned November 8th ...