- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
correction to the blog .sisters
baby sister of the girl that had retinoblastoma, not rhabdomylosis - seriously wonder where my brain has gone sometimes