Today we await the arrival of Lelani. Old friend of Both my mother and uncle. I have made no special preparation. I have never travelled far from my home. I grew up an adopted child. Reunited with my natural mother after in '84, two weeks after the birth/death of my son, I have been in shock ever since. My adopted parents rejected me soon after and forbade me to vist with accusations that i'd tried to kill them. My sister followed soon after. After several years of her telling about her new baby and new boy friends she began to accuse me of molesting her and I realized that anything i ever told her went straight to my parents. Finally i stopped calling her after she failled to thank Me for baby gifts that my mom and I bought in Guatemala (beautiful country--beautiful people.)
Finally in 2002 Alice took my father out of the hospital in Tennesse and flew him to Oregon, where he died a day later.
I still obsess over these things.
Lelani and my Uncle were lovers once. But a sudden pregnancy by a woman named Phyllis forced him into an awkward marriage, which ended while he was overseas in Afganistan. Phyllis put the child up for adoption--- and he was raised by her parents as a sibling.
I was raised by a different familly, but I share many characteristics with My Biological relatives. Perry shares few. I see him as a cousin but I see him rarely.
Lelani and James have many sorrows in their lives. But I admire the connection they have. Masha also is there, holding together the threads of their past.
She and her brother have been working on the Afgan Diaries. I hope Lelani will help while she is here.


I found a record Denny would likeEva Cassidy
he grew up in P.G. and shares some of the same love for simplicity and nature.
I wish you all a happy new year.