As I grew more insane, she grew more a friend.
She was my best friend though I was not her best friend. That will have to do. She helped artists, she helped save the Tijuana Sloughs, and she was a writer who only believed in herself at the very end.
This is the weakest image in the thirty I’m showing in this series. I apologize. I do not have a good, clear image of my friend Jo that I took. This will have to do also. She was a formidable, soft spoken woman, and many of us loved her.