Not only is she kicking cancer's butt, she is also fighting back foliage. Our lady at work on her garden in Novato.

Robyn and friends after an excellent two hour long meeting with the SF Human Rights Commission (the topic, violence against transgender sex workers). The commissioners seemed supportive, much follow up work to do. We had lunch at an over priced cafe and then a large rally for California teachers danced on past. We joined it. Blaze loved the drumming and dancing.

Ten of us converged on Robyn's house tonight to celebrate March 3, the International Sex Worker Rights Day, with her. She is the best host, had filled the house with food, but she is not eating enough herself (worry, worry). Together we formed a poem. You know the kind where you write a poem on a page, rolling up each line so it turns out groovy, stream of consciousness. Robyn read the poem as the sun set, kids ran around the room, chased by dogs and our friends banged pans together in the kitchen, cooking away.