April 30th, 2007.
It’s a good morning. A slow morning. We’re in Indiana, PA for one last day and slowly we’re waking up and choosing our leisure activities. Sharif is in bed playing
December 10th, 2006.
I’m so very, very tired. I really ought to climb into bed with a book and read myself the very very short trip to sleep. Unfortunately, my book’s in the
December 6th, 2006.
One of our beautiful dancing dreadlock women from our show at Indiana University. I’m desperately trying to remember the name of her dreadlock. ADRIAN! That was it… you know, so
December 3rd, 2006.
It’s the black print again. The darkness comes. If our words were little ants, then rob’s must be fire ants and I would be … well … regular ants …