This past week Katie visited. We had a ball. But there's something i noticed as we walked my streets, drank a bit too much alcohol and waxed existential; a biting wit, clever predilection, and a gracious prediposition are clear indicators of a tenacious individual. I would even go so far as to say that Katie is well equiped. She reminds me of Anne Lamott and Alexandra Fuller; two authors whose writings exude the very sensibilities I see in Katie's demeanor, as well as, aptly conveyed throughout her writing.

As Sartre, Camus, and others of that breed can attest to, life is difficult; we are given nothing but the freedom to accept his grace and move on. This weekend I found one who has. She's living in the real, defying categorization, acknowledging her part and , as Rick once said to me, embracing the pain. I think we all long to look at our life and face it in such a manner, but I must admit, few of us will look as good trying.