Her name was Queen, a young woman of only 17 years, who has sadly passed on. She died of a drug overdose, I’m told – she was in prison, although I never learned why. It didn’t matter, I just wanted Read more
June 20, 2025 As I was walking back to the book store from the stuffie store, a man yelled “hello” to me from where he was sitting in his car, parked on the street. I waved and called back my Read more
June 14, 2025 Today is papa’s birthday and no the irony is not lost on me as I contemplate the 2 very different men who share this birth date. While my father gave his life fighting against tyranny and oppression, Read more
May 22, 2025 Last week a mother came into the store with her young daughter who was maybe a year and a half years old. She was talking and spoke to me several times, but the mother always felt the Read more
As Mother’s Day approaches, I have been thinking once more about the loss of my family and how it keeps affecting my life in subtle ways. I’m sharing what happened a few weeks ago as it is appropriate for what Read more
May 1, 2025 Since the beginning of this story, the information coming to me in very fragmented form became like a puzzle which needed solving. There were not nearly enough answers as the question of my identity surfaced. Who am Read more
At the end of October 2012 Patrick left me. We discussed the possibility of living together as friends, something I simply could not accept and told him so. How could I live beside someone who was supposed to love me, Read more
Synchronicity is such a beautiful thing, when it happens one knows they are walking as they should. Yesterday my new birth certificate arrived identifying me as Gabriel Kacie Guevara. Seeing it in print as a legitimate birth certificate brought tears Read more
March 5, 2025 The official document for my legal name change to Guevara arrived in my hands yesterday morning. There was knowledge it was coming because my health care card with the new name arrived last week, which seemed odd Read more
PTSD is a cruel master! Triggers are what affect the place of organized thought in my mind. All the words disappear leaving a blank page. Sometimes for critical seconds, sometimes for minutes. The echo of footsteps in an empty hall, Read more