For those of you who didn't see the draft copy, Maddy has posted the latest episode of this, my take on the Gabyverse switched to Dorset. The link below should take you to it or to her site.

Just wanted everyone on Earth to know that I passed my last test !!!!!!! Yaaayyyyyyy!

I thank God and everyone else who helped me a long the way!

Gwen

The Classic server is under Mail Bomb Attack. Bob and I are trying to deal with it.

Hugs,
Erin

But now I can't see through the white out. :(

There were two other versions of Kelly Girl before I started and stuck with the one that's posted in several places on the web and available through Lulu as an eBook and paperback.

For those of you awaiting the next AuntieGretasode, I owe an apology; I am suffering from that occasional Author's Curse, Blighter's Rock, or more correctly Writer's Block. This is something that happens to me from time to time and is caused by a break in the connection between my characters who tell me what to write and myself.

in the path of Hurricane Ike: Be safe and we'll see you next week.

Hugs,
Erin

Melissa [Prairie Girl passed away earlier this year from the bitter fact that her body finally broke down. Her best friend Melanie Dixon was kind enough to post her epilogue.

One year ago today, my baby brother died in the hospital, never having regained consciousness after being run down in front of the high school.

I am providing links to two blog entries I made about the ordeal, one the night he died, and one from 7 weeks later. The entry from 7 weeks after the fact was mostly my reflection on the man my brother was becoming.

The Death of Michael Galyen

Yesterday... and... Tomorrow

These past few months have been interesting to say the least. After everything that has happened to me this summer I have finally started to be more honest with myself. But to tell you the truth, being honest with myself only adds to my pain. I acknowledge the fact that I am transgendered. I want to be a woman.

I've been under the weather lately, sinusitis and an injury to my foot. Both are doing better now, though the medication for my foot makes me a bit queasy.

But it's a great day today, a band at the college is going to perform some of my music. :)

The Road To Haifa has made me really introspective.

I'm not finding Eli's reaction to Sarah strange at all. Since the devastation and smoke in my own life has begun to clear, remarks from my siblings, past aquaintances, and an old boss all point to one thing. It was always there right before their eyes; clear to them; unseen by me.

Somehow my muse has gotten me to examine the normalicy of interpersonal relationships as far as ones parents are concerned. In reading a story recently I found the author was extremely distraught over the loss of her parents; it took months for her to begin to function relatively normally again.