America has not just lost a talented Renaissance woman and a gifted raconteur it has lost a connection to its recent past
Maya Angelou: a life in pictures
Memories: Maya Angelou's majesty, according to you
The first time I interviewed Maya Angelou, in 2002, I got hammered. What was supposed to have been a 45-minute interview in a hotel room near Los Angeles had turned into a 16-hour day, much of it spent in her stretch limo, during which we'd been to lunch, and she had performed. On the way back from Pasadena she asked her assistant, Lydia Stuckey, to get out the whisky.
Do you want ice and stuff? Stuckey asked.
I'm the same person I was back then
A little less hair, a little less chin,
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