Tag: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

The Caged Bird Sings to Me

“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”* While I was reading One Hundred Years of Solitude  (a book, you may remember, I decided to read after coming across  another blogger‘s  eulogy to Marquez) Maya Angelou died.  So, I thought, what […]