Remembering Liza Williams

Just found out Liza's gone. I'll remember her for working in South Africa editing an anti-apartheid newsletter, surviving getting raped by Jack Kerouak, memorializing the anniversary of her mother's death by eating a teaspoon of her ashes, forgiving the man who made her homeless and teaching me to be a better home care worker. Thanks to other posters who honored her work seperate from Bukowski.
She was indeed a special lady. I’ll always remember her homemade fudge turtles (yum!!!) and the way she always “whooped whooped” whenever we watched Arsenio together.