As I lie here with my computer precariously perched on my stomach, every joint and muscle aching, weak from fever and inability to keep food or water down from the flu, my head whirls and aches as I
I, like most people, belong to so many communities that the challenges to creating change can be overwhelming.
For as long as I can remember writing has been a shelter for me.
My first very own computer was 5$ at a yardsale. It seemed worth the money to pick up the dated junk in someone else's yard just to see if it worked. Maybe I could, at least, play solitaire.