Dear Shirley:

We are all made of star stuff-

This is a beginning of another poem, I feel, an excellent beginning, a quote of what you wrote: we are all made of star stuff…

Imagining yourself in a warm bubble of light, recalling memories from the back of your mind, thinking clearly, healing yourself, all good things.

I wonder: do you prefer the weekdays over the weekends? Being in school and around friends instead of being at home and in the restaurant?

anita