Riley and me

Riley and I started being friends when I was 14. Several shared interests brought us together, among them The Hobbit, that we both thought of ourselves as writers, and our love of music. In Riley’s case, he actually was a musician who could play any instrument he picked up. He didn’t have the greatest singing voice in the world, but that was okay, because after all, didn’t we love Bob Dylan?
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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.

The Secrets of Tim

My friend and writing partner, Timothy J. Lambert, is not only a gifted writer but also sings and plays the violin, among other instruments, plus he is skilled at growing plants and flowers, and he has a way of making dogs listen to him. Many Geminis seem to receive an abundance of talents; disgusting, isn’t it?

But wait. That’s not all.
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When you have some time for yourself

Shawn and I seem to be checking out each other’s blogs/journals for goodies. The following is something I’ve meant to do for a while. For various reasons, last year was a difficult one for me. When I said that to Tim one night, he said, “But when was the last time you had a year you felt that way about?” When I thought about his question, it completely shifted my focus to how many really great years I’ve had since the last “bad year.” Since next year’s going to be a bit of a landmark for me (can you believe I’ll turn 35 AGAIN???), it’s a good time for reflection. If you need some of that, too, consider the following (and thanks, Shawn!):
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Mmmmm

This is almost worth driving to New Orleans. I hope Greg goes by and gets a beignet on Wednesday. This is one of my favorite places. I’ve been there in the middle of the night partying with a group of people I didn’t know–in true New Orleans spirit!–and I’ve been there alone during the day, working on one of our manuscripts. I think it was I’M YOUR MAN.