A kindred writer friend of mine died recently. She stoked my writing by giving me a regular platform at her edgy magazine-turned-blog, Get Born. She and the tribe I found there swore and laughed ugly and helped me feel less and more crazy in all the ways I’ve needed.
For my regular post this month, I joined the tribe in writing about Heather.
How do you fully sum up someone and what they meant to you after their death?
Because you can’t…
Step right up and head on over to Get Born for my latest post! Topics discussed include and are not limited to: yoga retreats, the word “escrow,” feeling numb to all feelings, Pretty White Kids With Problems and my love of hamburgers.