drumming ClairE A circle of sisters in Pennsylvania they were all older than I was and maybe that's all that made me shy. My brother stared at the drunk girl, and the lesbians urged me to join in, but seeing my mother and her mother was quite enough, even without hearing about my grandmother's adventures with ghosts. They had enough land that I could walk away and make them ants. Kachina dolls. I left my worries with them and walked to the horses. Horses' flesh and sunshine and weeds. Vacations with my family are good when I need to be alone. 020805 ... . . 031203 what's it to you? who go blather from