My friend and student, Elizabeth Aquino, has a beautiful blog – both in content and design. And also in name: a moon, worn as if it had been a shell

Check it out:  http://www.elizabethaquino.blogspot.com/

Her latest post is about baking a cake and has layers of meaning. Then scroll down to read her moving account of seeing Maya Angelou at Royce Hall. Here's an excerpt:

"She sat in a wing chair on the stage the entire time, next to a little table that held a vase of pink snapdragons and white calla lilies, a beautiful wooden box with a shiny, gold clasp, and a hard-backed copy of one of her collections of poetry. She told many stories in her deep rich voice and recited many poems, some her own and some of those she loves best (Paul Dunbar, Nikki Giovanni, Mary Evans, Edna St. Vincent Millay, William Shakespeare).  She spoke about her own history, weaving her birth, her parents abandonment of her and her brother, her ten years living with her beloved grandmother, her rape as a young child and all that followed. Always, she came back and sang the refrain: I shall not, I shall not be moved."