Footnote*

[Footnote from Post on October 1st].

To Amber. for getting me out my funk EVERYTIME and for doing what we want, taking anything on, for running around Italy together and getting excited, for watching six-feet-under and for sighing for Ted, and letting it all well-up in he last episode, for reminding each other to listen to what we really want, for my rad friend--

for Theresa. my little lamb for being so darling and such a cutie! For all your special little things in your bags, and for all the mischief in your pockets! for all the things you do in the middle of the night! for being unbelievably loyal in your fiesty Theresa way and your unstoppable love--for how you show-up, AND how you take-off, and for getting me, for loving all the little things about me and the somethings that only you get, (like the girlymollyway of checking myself out in the mirror), for always getting me the perfect SUPER surprise gifts, for holding my hand and laying your hands on me when i was in the hospital.

for Tibisay. my wonderful roomate, my gorgeous friend, for totally loving me and seeing me and being happy when I'm home, for jamming out in the soul/hip-hop flow, for snacking-up with me, for bringing beauty out of our hoop-ty house, for all our long talks and mutual a-ha's, for asking each other the hard questions, for being so generous with me and takingcare of me, for all our processing and shoring-out and hearing each other's hearts, for getting it done with me. for getting younger.

for Alice. for being my wing-girl, GLAM, for being my BayArea homes, for being my Fly-girl, for always being in the same demented place and for helping me get-out of them, and for jumping on the Jesus trampoline with me, for being humble, for sharing with me.

for Michelle. my God-Mother, for listening, for knowing, for bringing me to the river, for getting down with me, for getting in the River with me to pray, for going down with me and getting in the river to pray.

for Carmen. my dear old roomate. the clever and quirkiness. For sharing 3 years at 327 Market Street together. for loving me, for our mutual roundish bodies running to the bathroom, for consoling me for all your paintings up in the house. for making a great and special home with me.

for Amanda. for being so on it and being there for me through so much, for praying over and over with me and helping me be brave, for being a prayer warrior with me! for being so much fun and sassy together and hand gestures on car trips.

for Biancha. for your brimming spirit, for BAAMing with me and keeping the ceiling high. for rejoicing and our big spirits at the edge of the big lake and cheering in the kingdom.

for Wendy Davis. for being my birthday girl, for your loyal love. for your patience and for your getting girly and dressed up with me. for planting roses in some of my most sincere and secret beds.

for my sister. for seeing Janis Joplin in the car with me and for growing up with me. for finally catching-up with each other in being in this extraordinary lady land. in finding the realness.

for my Mom. my beautiful generous mom. so much like me, and so caring. for the mom that is moved by it all, who calls me when Superman dies and the new Pope is picked and send me clippings of John Paul II and wants to show me his casket and what the Poles said, and is sad like me when Bonds isn't picked.

for my Grampa, for my bestfriend in my life. for loving me like no-one else and holding me hand and waiting for me. for horseplaying with me and us making a ruckus and not behaving and upsetting my gramma. For sitting in the car with me. for making little puns and telling me how trains worked. for tucking me in and coming when i was sick and making me oatmeal.

for my Gramma, for getting so excited when i came home and making your noises and for being needy and grabbing my hand and sitting me down on your couch. for squeezing my hand and for your humming. For being spoiled and wanting to be loved and wanting to talk. For talking to you everyday when i was in the hospital and for your wanting to hear all about it. For the run-on sentences in your cards and your 5 adjective-series expressing your constant and untired love, for caring about me, for your "I-can't-believe-it" shaking your head at my accomplishments. no matter how minute.

for my house, for the same 327 Market Street!,

for my writing. people cried when i read the poem on easter and how God even gave me the rap. for the voice in me that hears things and i can't wait.

for Dan Kimball. For believing in me and for reading my blog and for caring about me and for hoping in me.

for Joann. for my Sweet Ass! for my Complete friend, for believing in me and really getting me, for being able to read into each other. for throwing it over the balcony at the top of the Parking Garage, for rejoicing in the Jesus together for marking it, for finding God in Radio Head and for screaming out Smashing Pumpkins. For making fists in the air in the most insignificant places. For remembering who we are together, for helping me finish the stories, for calling me Little Girl, little girl. For making a ruckus in the Apple store. for right places and Psalm 73. for flaring up like a flame and making big shadows i can move in.

for Hannah. for deep nods. for that time we walked around Pacific and through the back alley and areound and you helped me walk away from him and you witnessed the story and you got it. for "Oh Boys" and fat understandings o

for Clifford. for the Cliffy he gave me. for his sweetness. for how he always held my hand. for how he treasured me. for everything we shared. for the turntables and making kazistan voices and pulling up Cauliflower and soft soil.

for my work, I HEART my work. it makes me tired. but for being everything i prayed for. (a job where i could use my leverage). for a job that fits. for placehood. for getting to leave and get lattes and go out in Ramona and talk to people and meet them and create beautiful ads and when they go "Whoa! You're really good at what you do!"

for Rob Namba, who walked with me when i was a brand-new Christian, who showed me how cool and down it could be. for meeting me where I was at, for the hefty talks and helping me wrestle it out and talking about the jesus way into the night over a couple of beers. for helping me feel the home in it.

for Sarah. my dawg, my oldest friend. believer in me. the person who gets me better than anyone and loves me for who i am even when i give up and want to go away or am no fun. for the girl who knows it all and rode with me in the back of the van on top of the bags of dolls and hid-away with me from my Mom and made secret play even having to go do the thing for my Mom. for the girl who always came. for the girl who always picked me up. for the girl who talks like me and gets the mischief and the ghetto thing and the Jesus and the serious Molly and the wilder parts and more important the Molly that tries. My girl that goes on the mission with me to Longs and we make friends with strangers, the girl who cracks-up with me at the worse part of the service when everyone is supposed to be praying or reverant or something and she and i get it but we can't help but be silly.

To my Sumayya. Dear friend of my spirit. The girl who gets the specialness in all, the girl who makes everyone happy because she is so enthused and her laughing. my roomate in the big condo with Mario, making our own radio-show in the house without furniture or entertainment, and loving on Mario, playing with Mario even when he took himself too seriously. For our childlike spirit. for wanting to share it all.

for Aaron, for Josh Johnson. My best guyfriends in Santa Cruz. for being true bros. For being stoked. Josh for wrestling with me. for the Radness. Oh boy!