Don't let your schooling interfere with your education.
~ Pete Seeger

Saturday, October 4, 2008


In Memory of Frank Robert Collier
Jan. 31, 1958 - Oct. 4, 2001

Today is the 7th anniversary of my brother's death. It seems like a long time ago, but almost yesterday. Time and space have mellowed my grief, and softened it to a rich sadness that doesn't usually touch me day-to-day, yet still he is here. It seems surreal to have the presence of someone you loved and grew with together reduced to a few grainy photographs.


anne said...

Hey girl,

I'm so sorry about Frank. You've not spoken of him very much, just of Sam.

Plant a tree for him--that's the best memorial, maybe a cottonwood or a pine for WY.

FYI, you addresses at home are now rejecting my email as spam. I can't send you any personal email. Can you tell hotmail or whatever you use to accept mail from astone?

Today is another inside-out day for an inside-out week, but are we on for lunch Tues?


Seda said...

I sent you an email. Let me know if you get it!

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.
~Helen Keller

Reading List for Information about Transpeople

  • Becoming a Visible Man, by Jamison Green
  • Conundrum, by Jan Morris
  • Gender Outlaw, by Kate Bornstein
  • My Husband Betty, by Helen Boyd
  • Right Side Out, by Annah Moore
  • She's Not There, by Jennifer Boylan
  • The Riddle of Gender, by Deborah Rudacille
  • Trans Liberation, by Leslie Feinberg
  • Transgender Emergence, by Arlene Istar Lev
  • Transgender Warriors, by Leslie Feinberg
  • Transition and Beyond, by Reid Vanderburgh
  • True Selves, by Mildred Brown
  • What Becomes You, by Aaron Link Raz and Hilda Raz
  • Whipping Girl, by Julia Serano
I have come into this world to see this:
the sword drop from men's hands even at the height
of their arc of anger
because we have finally realized there is just one flesh to wound
and it is His - the Christ's, our