Very, very bad things happened to me and mine in a tangled tangled knot from 2001 through 2003. We knew some hard times before and after -- but that period was particularly unlucky -- for me especially. If I crossed the street during those days, I was sure to be run down by a semi truck.
But I'm alive and loved. I even have a reasonably good job and decent apartment and wheels.
Today I had the privelege of revisiting the geography of my personal hell. It made me feel queasy and temporary -- but now that place has been transformed to a good home for my sister, a place of success for my cousins and a refuge for my whole crazy tribal family.
The serial killer didn't get me and neither did Ashcroft.
Pete built a bonfire and I burned my sins and bad luck. We played with the babies and laughed and had debates about politics and the wars and whatnot.
I am so damned blessed. Truly.