It was TWENTY years ago this very day I was dragged kicking and screaming (literally) into Klein Bottle, the runaway shelter, in Santa Maria. Of course I was 13 then, and a mess. This year, the start of this road trip, I returned. They would call me a success story, but the success was God.

Today I helped Vee with some streamer stuff. I had a better time doing that than anything I have done all week. When you share something like that with people, it is so fulfilling. Again, the same hearts. Almost sad to find her again and then move away. But in some ways it is also neat that after all the years of struggling and praying that dance is coming in, perhaps the back way, but it is. And I get to have a little part of it even though I am not there. People like Tara and Vee are the types of love. They let me grow up. Some of those people would be shocked to see me onstage doing “Dance with Me.” Oh well, they never will anyway. It was wonderful. I saw Deanna and Gerri too Deanna had heard I might move back to CA and she was very surprised. Anyone who knew how I felt about it was. God God God. He gets all the credit. Talk about changing a heart.