When I'm gone, 'I'd like to think that at some point, someone somewhere will stumble upon my words, and as they read of my thoughts, my stories... they'd say, "I woulda' loved that sassy little rebel!" After all, when everything is said and done, that's all any of us want, really, don't you think... to be loved, to be desired, to be remembered... to have mattered to someone? -k.h.