Here we are back at the Ides of March. Today is Leah Ryan's birthday. Leah and I were cyberspace buddies who never had a chance to meet in the real world. She died of leukemia in June 2008, after a transplant that didn't work.
Leah was a writer and a damned good one. She wrote book reviews, plays and television screenplays. She had an imposing sense of humor and used her words to bring down the high and the mighty. She loved her cats and her life as a writer. There was so much left to write.
If Leah's moms Arlene and Martha are reading this, my thoughts are with you today. Leah was a rare one.