I wrote an essay for BlogHer.org. I posted it today.
I want you to know why I wrote this, the people in my heart as I plowed aching fingers across cold keyboard, as I tried to explain my 2006 life. Argh! Some things are difficult to say! I want you to know how much I have tried and how many stupid mistakes I've made, how many times I've failed, failed, failed, double dog failed. Yet how I know that the sum of this year = something quite amazing in ways intangible, in ways completely not solid. And even in saying that, I want to say how much I intend to be better, stronger, more centered and able this next year.
I wrote this for Carroll, who held my hand with deep love through too many traumas.
I wrote this for Louise, who made me laugh when I needed it most.
I wrote this for J.K. who has continued to tell me I'm a writer.
I wrote this for Matt, who never let me be anyone but myself.
I wrote this for Rick, who gave me friendship without expectation.
I wrote this for Bonnie, who let me tell her my crazy ideas.
I wrote this for Jack, who sends me the best kind of encouragement when I need it most.
I wrote this for Stever, who has been my dear friend over many years, before Avon, when I was somehow closer to my true path.
I wrote this for Patia, who tells me exactly what she thinks about what I write.
I wrote this for Cindy, who listened to me bitch about the unfairness of life.
I wrote this for Mike Firesmith, who always tells me to keep my pen on the page.
I wrote this for Jonah, who helped me (and he doesn't know it) find my spiritual center and practice of prayer this year.
I wrote this for Jedd and John and Meg and Terri and Barbie and Stephanie and Karen and Christine and Lloyd and Shell and Phil and Didi and everyone, hell, everyone, who has ever been a friend online and in real life.
I love you all.
And I'm so glad for your love and friendship, even in a year fraught with some kind of strange peril, with all my crazy mistakes. Thanks for everything.