Sitting here in our dusky, still quiet house…drinking a delicious cup of coffee delivered up by my BELOVED French Press, and getting some early morning writing in before the delightful daily stampede of husband, grown-up children, and chihuahuas stormtroop the stillness that currently surrounds me. Oh, Normal Day…I KNOW, WITH ALL MY HEART, what a TREASURE YOU ARE.
Anyway, I woke up thinking about how fucking lucky and thankful I am for all the extraordinary writers, artists, performers, creators, and creatives that I am privileged to call my friends…starting with THIS BRILLIANT BROAD RIGHT HERE. If you are not yet familiar with the astonishing writing of Miss Spike Gillespie, you need to read her shit, follow her blog, stalk her Facebook, procure her books, and rectify that travesty now.
This post from today made me cry…in the BEST POSSIBLE way that one human can make another cry. I ADORE YOU, Miss Spike. Keep truth tellin’ and honey drippin’, sister.