On the cross-country road trip of my life, this girl sits shotgun.

Somewhere between childhood and mid-life crisis she became one of the most important people in my life, and how lucky am I...
She is open-minded and flexible, fun and freaky, easy-going and honest, inspiring and inspired.

And just when I think I've got everything figured out, she jumps up and pokes me in the pu-pu platter! That crazy girl...

i told helena once that she was one of the most beautiful women ive ever met, and this is a TRUTH, like the sighs of goddesses. i have watched room upon room of boisterous people drop like petals in love when she refocuses her gaze on them, and the drape of her arm on my hip has been known to make me feel like a rockstar priestess. she wrangles jewels, and words, and longings, and she rolls her own cigarettes like cowgirl from the rubber rose ranch reading your fortune in tabacco. her tattoo is profound and nonsensical, and she inspires me like an art noveau muse, an old french movie, a strong sweet woman. someday i hope she'll be the sugarcube for my absinthe, dripping cool sweetness into the intoxicating oblivion.