So tonight I'll go to Spoken Word, my poetry circle, and along with reading them the little things I've written in the past month I'll be reciting what I know so far of The Suicide, by Edna St. Vincent Millay, and then reading the rest of it. (It's a story, I don't want to leave them hanging!)  This will be fun because it's such an impassioned piece of literature, I like to see how much expression I can say it with. Those of you who know me personally know........ plenty!
   The best part is that my youngest daughter Annie (aged 20) and her childhood friend (also 20), whom I've known since she was a year old, plan to come too. Annie is also a writer, and I have the immense privilege of being inspired by her stuff. I'm eager to share her with my friends, and vice versa.