Somethin about the womyn...

The wonderful womyn of Des Moines have not only set up readings/gatherings/discussions for me, but a sweet couple has opened up their home to me, welcomed me, and are taking such good care of me making sure I have everything I need, making sure I am comfortable and supported in this city of my birth.

I have a reading this evening at a lesbian-owned cafe Ritual and tomorrow evening we are having a potluck (of course - we're lesbians!) picnic and then my reading!

I'm soooooooo looking forward to connecting with all these womyn.

And I'm wondering if I have any relatives left in this town. My dad was an Iowa farm boy who had to quit school in 1929 when he was 12 to work to try unsuccessfully to save the family farm. I'm not sure when the farm went under cause I also remember staying at a farm once when we visited Iowa and my sister and I had to keep the chickens my dad was butchering (cutting off their heads) from running down the outside stairs to the root cellar. Hmmmm