Leah B. is a friend of mine. She's also a friend of yours. She is an artist, an urban farmer, a crafter of magnificent lasagnas, a wearer of tiny hats, a chanteuse, a bon vivant, an awfully good neighbor and a very nice lady. She has brought three creative, young women into a world that needs all the creative women it can get. She is the reason that there is only one degree of separation between you and Mr. Rogers. 


If you have been keeping up with your Facebook postings, you know that quite recently she also became a Woman Without a Roof. Too bad this is real life and not a Pharrell song! In real life we need roofs! They keep the good things in! They keep the bad things out! (Including but not limited to: Clowns! Crows! Squirrels! Spores! And Moissssst!) Are you convinced of the seriousness of this matter? Or need I use more exclamation points?  


Last point, this shit costs a pile of loot. Six thousand cash American dollars altogether. Won’t you join me then, in ponying up some currency quick like bunnies to keep Leah and her family safe and dry? Thank you!