Random thoughts.

Lawd, you was born a ramblin' man! And I understand each word and every sentiment, so I guess I'm a rambler, too.

I read the "Curious Incident" book and I was really captivated by it. Tthough it's fiction, it got me inside the heads of a couple of kids I know who inhabit this world in a "different" way.  Really well done and original, and a fast read to boot.

Healing wishes to Emily...

I've been thinking about family heroines and heroes because I've been looking at people in my family differently as I get older with more context, understanding and life experiences under my belt. For example, take my grandmother who was robbed the other day in broad daylight, while she was in the house. One guy cornered her and the other went through her home. 

I called her to find out if she was ok, expecting her to be shaken. Instead, oh, how we laughed! She told me how the one guy had a fake mustache, and how the other, who had her cornered, had dropped his cell phone and she wished she'd had the nerve to hit him on the head with her cane! As they were leaving, one of them held the money he took from her and said, "I have more money in my own pocket than this!" We laughed some more.

Without getting into a whole lotta detail, I think she's laughed her way though a LOT of hard times, and I admire that resilience. I also appreciate the gift, because my family is pretty awesome that way.

Julie does move, shake and rock. I  hope to hear more about what WE are doing HERE this April! And, yes, she and the rest of the Revue Board members here -- Leanne, Derma, Alcuin, Laurie -- well, Stephan and I really do ramble on and on about their intelligence, their commitment to and passion for words and the craft of writing, their  wit and abilities and graciousness for VOLUNTEERING so much of their time to make Shakespeare's Monkey Revue a kick-ass literary publication and this site a generative, positive, powerful writing community and resource.

When you have a minute send them thanks. When you've got a question pick their brains. They're pretty candid; if they're busy they'll tell you lovingly to piss off - not unlike your family would.   Is it too corny to end by saying they are some of my heroes? The wind beneath my wings? (Ducking as I know Leanne is about to throw something at me.)