First nite back on tour and hotel security has already found my door. Like second graders in frantic whisper voices when the substitute teacher’s footsteps come clacking down the hall, “Shhhhh! Here she comes!” As if behaving as the teacher enters the classroom door negates the shrieks and spit balls just a moment earlier. Or in this case, choreography to bumpin’ music in my living room, some kind of water wrestling match in my kitchen and an obscenely loud jam session on my balcony for Philadelphia’s entire downtown to enjoy (as well as my above, below and either side hotel neighbors, according to the security guard). Like second graders, STOMPers: busted.

After a month off, we are supercharged by each others’ presence – it is so so good to be back. These lunatics, these entertainers, these superstars that have become my family - all of us itching to hit the stage tonite, to sweat, to listen, to give, to explode. All of us addicts to the performer’s high and the unbridled celebration of life.

Already the Philadelphia Gay News is running an interview with me and I just found out that STOMP will be guests on Jay Lenno New Year’s Eve. Also, I am pleased to announce that I have officially become the first female athlete ever to be sponsored by Manitoba Harvest Hemp Foods – a company I have loyally supported for years, now a relationship of outreach and education.

With lessons of stillness and rehabilitation firmly set, it is time for the cycle to wind. 2004 sounds momentous to me. Substitute teachers and security guards, you have been warned...

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