I started a few different entries coming from the events of the last week or two, and I’ll be finishing and publishing those over the next week or so.

But just so everyone knows and no one worries, I’m doing just fine. I feel emboldened, actually.

Shelter Island was absolute heaven, and exactly what I needed. I met Joani Blank after my talk and totally fangirled all over her, squealing like a goofball in her face and hugging the stuffing out of her, all the while whispering that I was trying very hard to stop and would understand if she wriggled her way out of my grasp. Deb Levine was awesome to work with, and I met an incredible man who has been doing psychotherapy for sex offenders for a couple decades. I have new freckles. My Dad is here and that just rocks. Joriel and I went out yesterday so I could buy my birthday present for myself, new plants for my garden, including a horsetail which existed before the dinosaurs did. I wrote a very painful check to the IRS, but I’m over it and resisted the urge to enclose a note that read, “Dear U.S. Government: here is your fucking blood money, so you can go kill a bunch of innocent people instead of using it to take care of all of us like you should be. Your pal, Heather.” I sent out yet another huge batch of t-shirts (we’ve sold over 80 now), and read some amazing letters from other survivors, saw an incredible support from someone I don’t even know that just floored me in the best way, and played a couple very hilarious games of Scrabble with Mark, Heath and my Dad. I’m looking forward to a small birthday dinner tomorrow with the people I love.

I’m okay.

filed under Heather Corinna | apropos of nothing
posted on Wednesday, April 16th, 2008 at 9:31 am

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