
Poem arising from a Maya Angelou reading in Calgary, Alberta, with the author and his daughter Roberta in the front rows.
Poem arising from a Maya Angelou reading in Calgary, Alberta, with the author and his daughter Roberta in the front rows.
Kinky, as he would say, stepped on a rainbow yesterday.
Many bios from the New York Times, to Rolling Stone to the Austin American Statesman
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According to the Farmer’s Almanac: “The June full Moon got the name “Strawberry Moon” from a number of North American native tribes, since the wild strawberry (Fragaria virginiana) reaches peak ripeness and is ready for harvesting in June. The berry is widespread throughout the lower 48 states, Canada, and Alaska, and is a popular and important spring edible as one of the earliest ripening berries.”