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Monday
Jul282008
I Really Think I May Have Actually Left My Heart In San Francisco
Monday, July 28, 2008 at 2:45AM
(I wrote and re-wrote this a million times, and we're just going to leave it the way it is, okay? We're just going to pretend you all were there in the room, if that works for you? Because I have to just say this to those people in that room, and all of you that read here WERE in that room, at least to me. Thanks.)
A few weeks ago, I received an email that, quite possibly, changed the course of my life.
I had submitted a few posts to that Community Keynote thingy the girls at BlogHer were pulling together, and I would have bet you *this* toe they weren't going to choose one.
They chose one.
Was I nervous? Not really. Honestly, once I saw the list of bloggers who were speaking with me, I figured I would be drowned out under a sea of amazing, powerful voices. I mean, really; Schmutzie? She's incredible. I'm just some chick who no one's ever heard of with a terrible attitude and a complete lack of ability to swallow a birth control pill on schedule.
I arrived in San Francisco, along with a large part of the women who's blogs I stalk religiously, and my first night in town was spent drowning in a sea of voices I'd spent the past half a decade trying to discern from a screen with Ariel font. I drank those ladies in, and also managed to drink the left half of the bar we were saddled up to, leaving me almost no time to worry about silly little things like, oh, standing on a stage and talking to you all 20 hours later.
If you don't think we're all not totally smashed out of our skulls, you've got another thing coming. That would be VDog, Christine, Kimmylyn, Maria, Don Mills Diva, Aimee Greeblemonkey and my drunk ass.
20 hours later I stood on a stage and started talking to you all.
They'd asked me to read a post I'd written 5 months ago when I started taking anti-depressants. Anyone who's ever dug through my archives (read: no one) knows that I've got some, well, gut-wrenching stuff tucked away for safe keeping in there. I live-blogged a divorce, if that gives you any idea. I really didn't even give more than a few test-run reading's worth of thought to what I was about to say until I started saying it.
And then I got to the part where I had to tell 1,000 people that I slit my wrists when I was 8. And then I realized just what it was I was saying up there, and that I couldn't back out now, and that I was stuck. And then I had 0.0008/10 of a second to muster up a bunch of courage that I don't actually possess and continue.
I stood on an empty stage and told 1,000 people things that I haven't ever even told my father. I knew that the room had gotten veryvery quiet, and with every word I panicked just a little more. These are not topics for public consumption; mental illness, child abuse, suicide. And yet, I kept talking. The more I grew afraid of what you all were going to think of me, the harder I wanted to say Every Single Word out loud for the whole world to hear. Half way through that reading, I just started crying. I cried because I was afraid, I cried because I was standing there, reliving awful things in my head, and I cried because for the first time in my 33 years of life, I was owning it.
When it was over, I turned and ran off that stage as fast as I could. I couldn't see anyone in the crowd through my own tears, I couldn't breath, and I more or less could not stand up anymore. I fell right dead smack into the arms of Fussy, and I think that's when I realized she was crying a little, too. And then I looked up and those other 21 people backstage with me? THEY were all crying. And then someone turned me around and shoved me back out onto that stage again, and you know what? YOU were all crying, too.
See, I really REALLY though every single person in that room was going to scoot away from me on the Group W bench* when the whole thing was said and done. That the exact OPPOSITE reaction happened means more to me than I will ever find the words to tell you all. The tears and the hugs and the winks and the handshakes and the nods and the emails that have followed since that day have been overwhelming in the most amazing sort of way.
I've been writing my blog since 2005, and I've always considered it a hobby. I've always giggled about it, and downplayed it, and I don't tell anyone in my real-life life about it because perhaps I'm the slightest bit ashamed of it. Or, I was. What happened to me, personally, last weekend in San Francisco is that I realized that this silly little hobby of mine in less than 5 minutes changed someone else's life. Me, sitting at my kitchen table typing out some post that I was so afraid to publish I had to email it to three people first, helped someone, anyone. It gave someone the courage to talk about their own problems, or maybe it gave them the courage to email me, or maybe it gave them the strength to talk about their issues with their spouse or their doctor. Or maybe it just helped them find the courage to walk up to me and say Thank You at a bar later that night, and maybe that was their first step in getting help. I talked to so many people in the days following, so many people who openly shared a bit of their stories with me, many whom said outright that they'd never talked about these things before, that I cannot help but be changed a little by it.
I love my silly little humour blog. I love making someone laugh throughout their day. I love, most of all, making myself laugh at the insanity that runs around so rampant in my head, I'm thinking about getting a head-cat to catch and eat some of it for me. But you know what? Under all that glibness (is glibness a word? It is now) is something important and real and relevant and I am not afraid of that anymore. I am not afraid to say that I hurt and I bleed and my demons seriously fucking outnumber my angels and that sometimes I cannot laugh, no matter how hard I try. I am not afraid to say that I love my kids, but raising them is really the hardest thing I've ever done. Because maybe you'll read that, and maybe you'll need to read it, and maybe you'll know that you're not all alone, just like I did at 5pm Pacific on July 18th, 2008. Just like I think all 22 of us did.
Photo by Greeblemonkey. Hey, did you know we used to be neighbors?
Hi, my name is Shannon, and this is my blog. It's no longer just my hobby, just my humour blog, or just my mommy blog, it's just Shannon's blog. And Shannon, well, she just realized that she's a writer. Maybe they're not all gems, but I am a damn good writer, and I'm not hiding from that anymore. I'm not running from that anymore. I am a writer, god dammit. Who really likes to laugh, and came from a terrible gene pool, and had a really shitty childhood, and isn't totally recovered from it yet. But I'm trying, and I'm not alone. Welcome to my blog, where you are SO not alone.
To the three of you who have any clue what the Group W Bench is? *smooch*
A few weeks ago, I received an email that, quite possibly, changed the course of my life.
I had submitted a few posts to that Community Keynote thingy the girls at BlogHer were pulling together, and I would have bet you *this* toe they weren't going to choose one.
They chose one.
Was I nervous? Not really. Honestly, once I saw the list of bloggers who were speaking with me, I figured I would be drowned out under a sea of amazing, powerful voices. I mean, really; Schmutzie? She's incredible. I'm just some chick who no one's ever heard of with a terrible attitude and a complete lack of ability to swallow a birth control pill on schedule.
I arrived in San Francisco, along with a large part of the women who's blogs I stalk religiously, and my first night in town was spent drowning in a sea of voices I'd spent the past half a decade trying to discern from a screen with Ariel font. I drank those ladies in, and also managed to drink the left half of the bar we were saddled up to, leaving me almost no time to worry about silly little things like, oh, standing on a stage and talking to you all 20 hours later.
If you don't think we're all not totally smashed out of our skulls, you've got another thing coming. That would be VDog, Christine, Kimmylyn, Maria, Don Mills Diva, Aimee Greeblemonkey and my drunk ass.
20 hours later I stood on a stage and started talking to you all.
They'd asked me to read a post I'd written 5 months ago when I started taking anti-depressants. Anyone who's ever dug through my archives (read: no one) knows that I've got some, well, gut-wrenching stuff tucked away for safe keeping in there. I live-blogged a divorce, if that gives you any idea. I really didn't even give more than a few test-run reading's worth of thought to what I was about to say until I started saying it.
And then I got to the part where I had to tell 1,000 people that I slit my wrists when I was 8. And then I realized just what it was I was saying up there, and that I couldn't back out now, and that I was stuck. And then I had 0.0008/10 of a second to muster up a bunch of courage that I don't actually possess and continue.
I stood on an empty stage and told 1,000 people things that I haven't ever even told my father. I knew that the room had gotten veryvery quiet, and with every word I panicked just a little more. These are not topics for public consumption; mental illness, child abuse, suicide. And yet, I kept talking. The more I grew afraid of what you all were going to think of me, the harder I wanted to say Every Single Word out loud for the whole world to hear. Half way through that reading, I just started crying. I cried because I was afraid, I cried because I was standing there, reliving awful things in my head, and I cried because for the first time in my 33 years of life, I was owning it.
When it was over, I turned and ran off that stage as fast as I could. I couldn't see anyone in the crowd through my own tears, I couldn't breath, and I more or less could not stand up anymore. I fell right dead smack into the arms of Fussy, and I think that's when I realized she was crying a little, too. And then I looked up and those other 21 people backstage with me? THEY were all crying. And then someone turned me around and shoved me back out onto that stage again, and you know what? YOU were all crying, too.
See, I really REALLY though every single person in that room was going to scoot away from me on the Group W bench* when the whole thing was said and done. That the exact OPPOSITE reaction happened means more to me than I will ever find the words to tell you all. The tears and the hugs and the winks and the handshakes and the nods and the emails that have followed since that day have been overwhelming in the most amazing sort of way.
I've been writing my blog since 2005, and I've always considered it a hobby. I've always giggled about it, and downplayed it, and I don't tell anyone in my real-life life about it because perhaps I'm the slightest bit ashamed of it. Or, I was. What happened to me, personally, last weekend in San Francisco is that I realized that this silly little hobby of mine in less than 5 minutes changed someone else's life. Me, sitting at my kitchen table typing out some post that I was so afraid to publish I had to email it to three people first, helped someone, anyone. It gave someone the courage to talk about their own problems, or maybe it gave them the courage to email me, or maybe it gave them the strength to talk about their issues with their spouse or their doctor. Or maybe it just helped them find the courage to walk up to me and say Thank You at a bar later that night, and maybe that was their first step in getting help. I talked to so many people in the days following, so many people who openly shared a bit of their stories with me, many whom said outright that they'd never talked about these things before, that I cannot help but be changed a little by it.
I love my silly little humour blog. I love making someone laugh throughout their day. I love, most of all, making myself laugh at the insanity that runs around so rampant in my head, I'm thinking about getting a head-cat to catch and eat some of it for me. But you know what? Under all that glibness (is glibness a word? It is now) is something important and real and relevant and I am not afraid of that anymore. I am not afraid to say that I hurt and I bleed and my demons seriously fucking outnumber my angels and that sometimes I cannot laugh, no matter how hard I try. I am not afraid to say that I love my kids, but raising them is really the hardest thing I've ever done. Because maybe you'll read that, and maybe you'll need to read it, and maybe you'll know that you're not all alone, just like I did at 5pm Pacific on July 18th, 2008. Just like I think all 22 of us did.
Photo by Greeblemonkey. Hey, did you know we used to be neighbors?
Hi, my name is Shannon, and this is my blog. It's no longer just my hobby, just my humour blog, or just my mommy blog, it's just Shannon's blog. And Shannon, well, she just realized that she's a writer. Maybe they're not all gems, but I am a damn good writer, and I'm not hiding from that anymore. I'm not running from that anymore. I am a writer, god dammit. Who really likes to laugh, and came from a terrible gene pool, and had a really shitty childhood, and isn't totally recovered from it yet. But I'm trying, and I'm not alone. Welcome to my blog, where you are SO not alone.
To the three of you who have any clue what the Group W Bench is? *smooch*
Reader Comments (101)
You write (and now speak) like no other. That's all I can muster stunned.
BusyDads last blog post..http://www.busydadblog.com/entries/always-late.html" rel="nofollow">Always Late
Shannon- it feels so strange to call you that, but so nice - I have to say two things. The first is that I had the same reaction after BlogHer - that my blog isn't something to be ashamed of, and that I AM a writer.
The second is a lot more important. After you and Casey read, something inside me finally snapped. You see, for the last 8 1/2 months, I've been suffering from postpartum depression. Suffering badly, and in silence.I've been hiding it because I thought people would write off my depression as a result of my tough year, instead of acknowledging that it was REAL. But after the two of you shared so openly, I finally decided that I didn't want to hide in plain sight anymore. I want to feel happy again, I want to be ME again. So I called my doctor, and I'm on day three of my anti-depressant.
Thank you for making me feel like it's okay to stop hiding (now if only I can get the courage to share this on my own blog...).
Where do we go from here kido?
I’m feeling the feel.
You are a good writer.
Ron
Audubon Rons last blog post..http://ducksmahal.blogspot.com/2008/07/linoleum-500.html" rel="nofollow">Linoleum 500
Hi Shannon,
Obviously I wasn't there but I remember when you posted that wonderful, bewildering, honest, tear jerking post and I remember how it touched me. It was one of the first posts I read where I cried and cried for what seemed like forever. it was the first time I ever felt really connected to somebody through words.
You blew me away with your post and since then I think I have written more openly.
So all I can say is thanks.
tiffs last blog post..http://www.mythreeringcircus.com/2008/07/the-tale-of-the-ham-steaks/" rel="nofollow">The tale of the ham steaks.
Again, thank you for being the brave one. Even people who weren't at BlogHer were crying with you.
Perksofbeingmes last blog post..http://perksofbeingme.blogspot.com/2008/07/simply-sunday_27.html" rel="nofollow">Simply Sunday
Hey Lady! My surprise is that "you" know what the Group W bench is........(fillin' out the forms and playin' with the pencils).....being such a young one. You are a writer........I am a reader.....it's what we do. Shannon, you ROCK! Peace, Mike.
Dammit.....I just watched the video.......you fucking made me cry
you are so flipping awesome...great post!
Kats last blog post..http://kackalacka.wordpress.com/2008/07/27/black-king-dong/" rel="nofollow">BLACK KING DONG
Wow. Great post. You deserve to consider yourself a great writer, because you are one helluva great writer.
I do think you should put a "Tear warning" on the video, for those of us watching it from work.. :)
I have been reading for a while now, but never posted.
I am not a mom and a lot of times do not know what to say.
The biggest connection I felt was when I read your post
that you read at blog her.
I saw it linked on someone elses blog and knew we had
some things in common.
I meant to tell you this at that time, but never got around to it.
Thank you for being so honest!
Kates last blog post..http://listentomenowbelievemelater.blogspot.com/2008/07/meme.html" rel="nofollow">Meme
I'm so very glad you posted this. Oh, and you'll have to get out your mace, because
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlDmslyGmGI&feature=related" rel="nofollow">you are so beautiful to me, you sparkly, awesome diamond.
anne nahms last blog post..http://annenahm.com/?p=482" rel="nofollow">Tempted to Spill Something Just to See What Would Happen Next
Anne aksed me to delete this because she thought it was entirely too creepy to leave up, but here's the thing. There is no fucking way in hell I'm deleting this, and here's why: Anne is, like, my #1 alltime biggest blog crush, and now that she's knocked up, she's all gushy and sweet and lovey and stuff. And I am totally taking advantage of that fact while it works in my favor. Because I'm a bitch, that's why. So, for the record, and is NOT stalking me, and she is just a little inhabited these days. She'll be back to normal in March, I think.
Wow. I'm still crying from your post. I have a son with Autism and many times I feel I just don't want to go on, but I know I have to for him and my husband. After reading your post, I called the dr's office b/c of you I realize I need help! Thanks soooo much!
It was awesome when I read it and so much more awesome to hear you read it!! I wish I would have been there cuz I would have hugged you too. You're beautiful girl!
amys last blog post..http://amysbratpack.blogspot.com/2008/07/ladies-and-gentlemen-children-of-all.html" rel="nofollow">Ladies and Gentlemen, Children of All Ages
I am sooo happy you found this and that you shared this with everyone!!! I still in awe how you brought that room down.. it was an amazing experience.. You are indeed a writer.. and a kick ass one at that!!
Kims last blog post..http://www.joggingincircles.com/journal/2008/7/27/two-jic-giveaways-a-little-wiggle-a-backpack.html" rel="nofollow">TWO JIC Giveaways - A little Wiggle & a Backpack
Someday soon, or next year at BH, we will hug, and I will say, "thank you" in person.
Have I told you lately that I love you? You must have a very big heart because you left a lot of it in Denver too.
Your post inspired me to say something. Then I watched the video. And the tears washed away the thing I was going to say.
...
Oh yeah.
You have an accent. (insert Nelson laugh here) :P
Marges last blog post..http://wheremytruthlives.wordpress.com/2008/07/26/i-do-like-me-some-cheese/" rel="nofollow">I Do Like Me Some Cheese
I cried.
It's this kind of bravery that brings us together. Sharing these painful things helps other people feel less alone, including ourselves.
Like I said to you at BH, I'm proud of you.
sizzles last blog post..http://sizzlesays.wordpress.com/2008/07/27/lets-be-dorky/" rel="nofollow">Let’s Be Dorky
I'm so glad that you are recognizing what a lot of us who've been reading here for a while have known for a long time now - you are a writer, you are a damn good mother, you are hilariously funny and refreshingly candid, you are way smarter than any of my degrees make me, you are friendly, you are kind, you are complex and multifaceted and you shine like the sun causing others to stop and bask in your glow.
You are Shannon. And I, for one, am so proud to call you friend.
((hugs))
Latte Mommys last blog post..http://lattemommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/location-location-location.html" rel="nofollow">Location, Location, Location
You are an amazing writer, with talent, skill and vision, and also a deeply compassionate person. Your amazing qualities shine through in your humor and your more serious writing, and now that I've met you (I was more than a little intimidated to finally meet you, but then you were sooo kind!) I get it even more. It's so good it ended up being a rich experience for you, because you gave so much!
Debs last blog post..http://www.debontherocks.com/2008/07/debs-summer-survival-guide.html" rel="nofollow">Deb's Summer Survival Guide
I cried when I read the post. I'm crying now after hearing it.
You're one cool chick.
sigh. thanks. think i should print this out and carry it around in my wallet.
ms picket to yous last blog post..http://postpicket.blogspot.com/2008/07/making-lemons-out-of-lemonade.html" rel="nofollow">Making Lemons Out Of Lemonade
There's no way I can say anything I'm thinking without sounding as if I'm quoting Latte Mommy. So I'll leave it as you crying made me cry and I'm generally fairly resilient to those things, lately. And that's part of the reason I love you, dood.
I got chills reading this, remembering sitting in that room hearing you read that post and tearing up myself because I've gone through a lot of the same things and I was so AMAZED and PROUD of you for reading it. By far my favorite reading.
I am so glad I got to meet you! You are just fabulous! And an AWESOME writer!
Kristabellas last blog post..http://fullofsnark.com/2008/07/25/dinao-round-10-the-culinary-edition/" rel="nofollow">DINAO Round 10 - The Culinary Edition
Wow. I was not there but I did hear about your reading. Watching it brought tears to my eyes. You really bared your soul out there. Something I KNOW was not easy to do. You should be proud of yourself. It shows a lot of us that we are not alone.
(HUGS)
I cried when I read the original blog. Cried.
But I didn't cry watching you own it on that video, because I was filled with admiration for you.
Heck. I'm crying now.
Shannon, my friend. Hugs. I knew you would be great, but I had no idea. That was something special. It's one thing to write something so private and personal and it's quite another to take a leap and say it in public like that.
I'm so proud of you.
Dianes last blog post..http://onemomsopinion.blogspot.com/2008/07/accountability.html" rel="nofollow">Accountability
Just go right ahead and add my name to the list of people you've made cry.
I wish the sheer determination of not wanting to be our crazy fucked-up mothers was all we needed.
AmyMs last blog post..http://amysmagnumopus.wordpress.com/2008/07/27/six-years/" rel="nofollow">Six years…
Man, girl. I heard all the buzz about you after BlogHer and clicked over and read the post and was very, very moved, but that was nothing compared to watching and hearing you speak those words just now. I'm so glad you posted this video. Best six minutes and 46 seconds I've spent in a long while.
maggie, dammits last blog post..http://okayfinedammit.wordpress.com/2008/07/26/pfffffffffffffffft-the-sound-of-my-new-poofy-head-leaking/" rel="nofollow">pfffffffffffffffft (the sound of my new poofy head leaking)*** UPDATED
You humbled me, that Friday night. You made me laugh, made me cry, made me think... and you are part of what made that Community Keynote so FREAKIN' awesome. So thanks for getting courage up and getting up on the stage to share your story with us. I know it changed me and I'm pretty sure it may have helped change the community as well.
I must admit, if I were to 'read' that post, I would be full of scepticism towards the subject matter that I know very little, if anything, about.
Hearing your voice behind the words changes it totally, completely. To the point where I feel like I almost owe you an apology for some reason.
You are very brave, you should be very proud.
Xbox4NappyRashs last blog post..http://xbox4nappyrash.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiding-body.html" rel="nofollow">Hiding the body
I'm ahamed that I'm ashamed of my blog! I'm proud of it with anonymous people out here- but I keep it concealed frommy real life, like you did, maybe even to an extreme. (Actually posted about it today!)
I love that you have come full circle and can be out and proud about it- I hope I get there. too!
Love you!!!
tenakims last blog post..http://therapyfortena.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-in-closet.html" rel="nofollow">Still in the Closet
Congratulations for having the courage to read that very personal and painful entry in front of all of those people. And thanks for posting it - you handled it with beauty and grace.
And, yes, Schmutzie is awesome, but so are you!
savias last blog post..http://www.saviabella.com/2008/07/germans-are-coming-germans-are-coming.html" rel="nofollow">The Germans are coming, the Germans are coming
I think it's social conditioning that makes us feel like we should be embarrassed to be open about our feelings, to openly accept "strangers" into our heart. We're changing the world. I never knew there were this many amazing people in it. I hope that one day I get to give you a real hug, but for now ((((hugs))))
Aprils last blog post..http://formerlyaprildawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-200th-post.html" rel="nofollow">NOT the 200th post
WOW!!!! I am loving you even more now!!!!
Helens last blog post..http://hemacken.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-song-1.html" rel="nofollow">Sunday Song #1
I hope this doesn't mean I can no longer stalk you and offer to have your babies.
I have to admit that I knew the crowd was crying...because I knew people in that crowd, and they told me. They also told me that you rocked the house.
Love you Shannon. But you knew that, right?
Rees last blog post..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/hotfessional/KKFw/~3/347704811/" rel="nofollow">Track Meet(ing)
You are a writer, a speaker and a hero...and I'm so glad I got the chance to bond with you in person before you got discovered by the rest of the world for the jewel that you are.
Jenny, Bloggesss last blog post..http://thebloggess.com/?p=608" rel="nofollow">I’d settle for some paint thinner and a blowtorch
You are beautiful! You are brave! You are an inspiration!
See, I heard all the hype... I just didnt feel it until today. Chills and tears are all I have from this. And even more undying love for you.
Misss last blog post..http://ruraandmiss.wordpress.com/2008/07/25/shift/" rel="nofollow">Shift
Thanks for sharing that!
Yup, you ARE a damn good writer...and very pretty too, I might add ;)
rosaliciouss last blog post..http://rosalicious.com/2008/07/24/sisther-08/" rel="nofollow">SistHer 08
AMEN. And that is truly not something that I say often.
I too keep my blog from my real life and I'm too chicken? ashamed? to use my real name, yet my readers know the REAL me much more than a lot of my so-called real life friends because I bear it all on my blog. When my little secret was discovered by my SIL (who swore to keep her mouth shut) I was actually embarrassed. I think I even blushed. She kept complimenting me telling me that I should write a book and I just think, yeah, AS IF. She claims that she has gotten to know me better through my blog.
You're truly inspiring, Shannon. And a damn good writer...and from what I hear, a damn good speaker.
I followed you here a la BusyDad a while back and I mostly lurk and laugh...until I read THAT post. It me appreciate your sense of humor so much more.
MommyCosms last blog post..http://www.mommycosm.com/journal/2008/7/28/im-moving.html" rel="nofollow">I'm moving...
I'm just glad the secret's out. You are awesome.
mollys last blog post..http://soapywater.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-it.html" rel="nofollow">Check it.
Can I make out with you some more?
;)
Loralees last blog post..http://loraleeslooneytunes.com/2008/07/28/things-loralee-needs-to-have-tatooed-on-her-forhead/" rel="nofollow">Things Loralee needs to have tattooed on her forehead
You are amazing, and I'm so glad I know you. (And now when I read your posts, I can hear your voice too - how neat is that!)
daysgobys last blog post..http://jessalogic.blogspot.com/2008/07/poorly-phrased.html" rel="nofollow">poorly phrased
Oh Shannon. I can't tell you how much I love this post, and yes, you ARE a writer! I never realized you doubted that before! I wish I were there with you, for you, listening to you and able to give you a big hug. I can't imagine how scared you were, and I can't imagine how freeing that must have been.
Yes, keep writing, because I am one of those people you help.
I am making myself late to a meeting I called right now, but I had to comment on this right now.
I HAVE actually dug through your archives, but somehow missed this one. I can't believe you never thought of yourself as a writer until now. There aren't many people out there who possess the courage and bravado to write what you write about. Even fewer that can make it entertaining, touching and funny. Hats off to you, Shannon. You give the rest of us something to aspire to. That was amazing.
matts last blog post..http://redsparks.com/playpen/2008/07/25/my-daughters-drawing-is-cooler-than-yours/" rel="nofollow">My Daughter’s Drawing Is Cooler Than Yours
<3 Now I have to fix my makeup before I go back to work. Thanks. <3
Sarahs last blog post..http://thethirddegree.wordpress.com/2008/07/27/727-lowhigh/" rel="nofollow">7/27 Low/High
You are an awesome writer and mother and someone I am happy to call a great friend. I am so glad I was in that room to feel your presence. It was amazing.
Do you know how much I love you? It's impossible for you to know. I love you so very much, more than I love most people in my life, some even blood related.
I told you when I yanked you off the stage after the place was empty and the lights went down that I was honored to have read it when it was first posted, and in awe to have been there while you spoke it, as seeing it on a computer screen didn't touch the rawness, the realness, the strength of those words coming out of your mouth.
I sit here, sick as a dog, unable to breathe, full of mucus and phlegm, now choking on my own sobs and tears and literally close to dying because I watched again and was just as moved this time as I was then.
I was so proud of you, I AM so proud of you. I will hug you twice as hard next year, just so you know that I'm still proud of you then.
Marias last blog post..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmoralMatriarch/~3/348010924/" rel="nofollow">And this is how it all went down:
Holy crap holy mother of god.
Hello, Shannon.
If I could get a smooch for pretending to say I knew what the Group W bench was, I would. I'm going to guess: "popular crowd"?
You not only owned your life up there, sister, you owned the stage. Literally, that stage, that night, and metaphorically: the genre, the art form. And most important, its purpose.
Basically, I second (third, fourth) what everyone here has said. Figuring I can afford to go to BlogHer next year -- and I kind of figure I can't afford not to, I will hug you at least as hard and long as Maria will.
Pollys last blog post..http://www.lesbiandad.net/2008/07/28/grocery-list-check-pint-sized-handcuffs-check/" rel="nofollow">Grocery list: check. Pint-sized handcuffs: check.
Brave and beautiful.
Two words that do not do justice to you, lovely Mr. Lady. You totally surpassed them.
And you are a BITCHIN' writer.
Karen MEG (pomtini)s last blog post..http://gliks.blogspot.com/2008/07/mad-for-mad-men.html" rel="nofollow">Mad for Mad Men