…in her passing

The literary world has lost a “sequoia of a woman” in the death of Lucille Clifton. I had been contemplating what this loss would mean to women writers, African American writers, writers who chase dreams, academicians, etc. etc.

Each group was touched by the work of Ms. Clifton.

But one writer in particular wrote one of the most beautiful eulogies that I have ever read.  Her name is Glynis M. Boyd. I beg you to read her essay published on a separate page. It is entitled Finding Miss Lucille.

You will not be able to keep from crying–that is if you have ever questioned your authenticity as a writer, especially if you have never been published.


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