U hope u were able to my love

Wondering if I should rent a movie called "Tomboy"{2011}..

Thank you so much for posting this. Back in the 80's I would attend the Lesbian Writers Series at the now closed "A Different Light Book Store" in SilverLake, a neighborhood in the City of Los Angeles.

Eloise Klein Healy read there many times. I remember she was also a professor at California State University, Northridge, CSUN. Her poetry moved me and what touched me even more about her is the time she took with her audience. After the reading was over she was always so engaging and kind with the people who lingered to speak with her. I know she also mentored younger lesbian writers.

Here's to Eloise Klein Healy. Job well done.She has earned this honor.

With a sprit of the utmost gratefulness....
 

How truly fortunate I am...on so many, many, levels...I always want to remember that....Life is *Truly* the most profounnd gift ever bestowed upon me.....:present:

Spirit is Omnipotent
 

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My :heartbeat:...and where it *truly * stands with you.


It is a true mystery to me.

God, help me.

My Mind
 

My grl and I going to bed early tonight!

I knew Eloise when I lived in L.A. and was just starting out as a writer. I worked at The Woman's Building and she was involved with the writing program there.

I had my very first reading ever, in about 1983 at A Different Light Bookstore in Silverlake. I still remember what I wore (white culottes, red blouse), and some of what I read. My friend Tommy (he has since died of AIDS), brought me a bouquet of flowers with a card that said, "I'm bustin' my buttons with pride."

Interestingly, a woman taped that reading, unbeknownst to me, and a few years ago got in touch with me through a publisher of mine and sent the cassette tape. Later she came through NYC and we met at a diner in the West Village. She's a butch out in San Francisco.

Eloise wrote a letter of recommendation, helping me get into graduate school. I haven't stayed in touch with her so much since I moved out here, but I have followed her work somewhat. A close mutual friend is the one who alerted me that she was getting the laureate.

Sometimes I miss L.A.

I really want to get up today and do things. I want to put away boxes, finish decorating for the holidays, and get into the kitchen... but I know if I can just stay in bed another day or two it will help so much with my recovery from whatever nasty I have caught... *sigh* I really do not like being idle...

One year ago. I believe this exact date. If not, very close.

My sister got a call today from a fill in nurse at her doctor's office. This nurse proceeded to tell her that she had untreatable cervical cancer. I can't even imagine what my sister was going through. The nurse told her all about her condition, then told her someone would call her because they needed to refer her to a specialist. The nurse verified my sister's phone number and guess what?? It wasn't her number! The nurse fucked up and called the wrong person. Being a nurse myself, this is inexcusable. Not only did she scare my sister half to death, but the nurse also told my sister the name of the person who does have the cervical cancer.
Just has me thinking now about the poor person who did have to hear that news today. Life is just way too short.

What's also shocking is that a) such horrible news would not be delivered by the person's doctor and b) that it would not be delivered in person.

I hope it wasn't a cruel hoax of some type...

creepy. And your poor sister.

That's what I thought as well. You always ask for the person... always.

I don't think it was a hoax... sometimes on a Friday late... we have to deliver bad news like that so that they can get going on their treatment or decide what they want to do. I've had to deliver bad news like that. Sometimes I think I'm more compassionate as well. Just my thoughts.

That's so disheartening. I mean that people have to get news like that over the phone but yeah, I see why it has to be that way, given how expensive time is, how hard it is to make appointments, etc., and what you said about moving quickly on treatment.

But it just seems... I don't know. I think of how it would feel to me, even with a smart, compassionate medical professional who is not my doctor, breaking that kind of news to me. I guess I have been pretty sheltered from knowing these things.