World AIDS Day 2005

Steve. Died 1992.
What the world lost: Your gentle spirit. Your rich laugh. Your beautiful voice. Your bravery. Your brilliant mind. Your calm disposition. Your love of music and books and art. Your wisdom.

Jeff. Died 1995.
What the world lost: Your sharp wit. Your political passion. Your desire for justice. Your strong will. Your anger. Your generosity. Your love of beauty.

John. Died 1996.
What the world lost: Your twinkling eyes. Your mischief. Your humor. Your zest for a good time. Your vulnerability. Your gentleness. Your sweet nature.

Tim. Died 1997.
What the world lost: Your courage. Your compassion for anyone who was hurting. Your boundless love. Your ability to give comfort. Your protectiveness. Your kindness. Your strength.

In anticipation of World AIDS Day

Every December 1, for 14 years, I have sent out a newsletter with information about World AIDS Day. If you want a copy of this year’s newsletter, please e-mail me at Please specify if you want the newsletter attached as a Word file, or if you would prefer to read the information in the body of my e-mail.

Thanks–and please wear a red ribbon on December 1 in memory of all those lost to HIV/AIDS and to recognize all those living with HIV/AIDS.

Good morning, America, how are you…

So tonight is the night when we join with New Orleans writer Greg Herren at our Meteor/Borders signing to raise money for the New Orleans AIDS Task Force (NO/AIDS)–or we get drunk and wonder where everybody is.

Actually, I’m VERY moved by the donations we’ve received in the mail, and by my personal friends who, though many of them can’t make it, have sent checks so I can buy copies of the books for them tonight (since Borders donates a portion of book sales to NO/AIDS). And then there are the friends who used their extensive e-mail lists to get the word out, and friends who made sure we had plenty of flyers…and the list goes on.

Meanwhile, Greg rolled into Houston last night, and Tim and I finally got to meet him face to face after these many months of talking online. Did we like each other? Was it everything we dreamed it would be and more? Did we stay up talking until nearly 5 a.m. even though we were all exhausted? Why yes, and that answers the first two questions. We laughed, we bitched, it was better than a Jacqueline Susann novel.

And–I SCORED a cover of Greg’s next Scotty book (coming in March) because Greg got mail from Kensington just before he left New Orleans. So unless you get a Kensington catalog, you’ve SEEN IT HERE FIRST!

Post-Katrina AIDS relief

On Thursday, November 17, at 7 p.m., New Orleans writer Greg Herren will join Tim and me at a Houston booksigning event to raise money for the New Orleans AIDS Task Force (NO/AIDS), an agency which helps individuals impacted by HIV and AIDS. NO/AIDS has partnered with Houston’s Montrose Clinic with the particular aim of helping the Gulf Coast’s displaced and otherwise hurricane-affected AIDS population.

The event, at Meteor Lounge, is sponsored by Borders, which will donate a portion of every book sold to NO/AIDS.

We are also accepting donations from those who can’t attend. If you would like to contribute (any amount helps!), please make your check payable to NO/AIDS Task Force and send it to Timothy J. Lambert, P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX, 77219.

NO/AIDS Task Force is a 501(c)3 organization; your contributions are tax deductible to the fullest extent of the law.

On the road in Y2K

I am so glad to be home. Tim did a wonderful job of taking care of the dogs and The Compound, and he is the best vacuumer in the whole world. As long as he remembers to replace the bag. He also had dinner cooking for us upon our return, AND he did the dishes later. How great is he?

I like seeing family and friends in other places, but for some reason, it gets harder every year to really enjoy being away. I miss everything about home: Tim, the dogs, my house, my routines.

I used to love to travel. By car or plane, I was always ready to go anywhere.

The year 2000 was a big year, and not only for traveling.
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