So far, I've failed miserably at making this a daily habit. I've also been a lousy Quaker, missing Meeting this week and last week. My official excuse is: it's been too cold. I've become such a whiny bitch, post-T.B.I.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.