I had the most incredible day yesterday at the Nyack Street Fair.

The day always starts early- most vendors begin setting up before 7:00 AM, and work doesn’t end almost until 6:00 PM. Fortunately for me, I was so incredibly busy I didn’t have time to even check the time and before I knew it the day was over and I was so grateful.

Usually my craft fairs are filled with lots of fun and lots of work. I usually tape some hoops, tinker with my display, and try to streamline my whole process. Occasionally someone I know stops by and we chat, but for the most part it’s just work and selling. This street fair was like one joyful reunion and visitation followed by another, almost all unexpected and unplanned, I was barraged by friends and I loved every single visit.

I got to see:
-bike friend Joppa who bakes the best cookies and I never see enough of
-my neighbors Jay, Paulina, and helpful daughter Julia (who made an incredible assistant and actually helped me sell)
-high school long-lost friends Michelle and Liz with their gaggle of gorgeous children
-high school long-lost friend Angelique who took respite from the sun with me for a much-needed catch up session
-Matt and Joanne, Nyack locals who hooped with me, sweated with me, and then couldn’t do enough to help me by bringing Italian ices and uber-appreciated car packing skills
-fun-packed trifecta of friends Steve, AJ, and Yuka, who always make me giggle even though Steve refused to wear short shorts to help me sell
-Deirdre, newly moved to North Carolina, who appeared like an apparition and making me triple check to make sure I wasn’t imagining things
-long-time bike club friends Paul and Sheryl- lots of great hugs and catching up, always so so great to see these ultra friend faces
-Rockland Bike Club member and Nyack News and Views website master Dave offering me a (free!) opportunity to highlight JenniHoops on his website
-New tarot-card reading friend Star and her booth mates who gave me a free card mini-reading
-and of course, my day could not have happened at all without Wil- my ever present craft fair partner who does more to help me than anyone on earth, thank you thank you thank you.
– And of course, this little darling

Best shirt ever. (picture posted with her parent’s permission of course)

I always love teaching people how to hoop, especially women who tell me they’ve never been able to hoop their entire lives. I had probably 10 of those kinds of lessons yesterday- as soon as I hear someone say, “Oh no no no, I could never do it”, I’m on them like a bee to honey. At one point, I even wagered money against a woman that I could teach her in under 2 minutes, and as she reached for her purse to make good on our bet (I refused, of course), I could only laugh with happiness that 2 minutes undid 41 years of hooping inability. Man, that’s FUN!

I made one of my favorite hoops ever with new Hello Kitty tape that sold almost as soon as I was finished with it…

Happily, I left with many many fewer hoops than I had when I got there and practically collapsed from fatigue. One woman stopped by early to hoop and didn’t purchase anything, came back by the end of the day for a custom re-wrap and said, “I think you’re the only one selling anything here today. EVERYONE is walking around with a hula hoop”. That made me feel so good.

– Lots of selling
– Easy use of Square for credit card transactions
– Taught every single person to successfully hoop!
– A perfect corner spot right near the live music, perfect for hoop dancing
– Negotiating a re-wrap for a woman who bashfully admitted the pink/purple tape didn’t match her living room decor and asking for brown and white instead. Wow, color is so personal and important!

– The incense booth across from me burning incense every minute of the day
– Neglecting to bring a cooler filled with ice and cold drinks
– Realizing I don’t like my new banner

Wow, I’m blessed. And humbled, and grateful. Thank you everyone for coming by and helping and making such a special day for me.

This is a story of The Ride for Roswell
Riding with me is not a gift I share with everyone- I tend to ride with a really small group of people. Well last weekend would turn out to be a real treat for my newest riding partner, Joel. Let’s back up.

This is one of many pictures I have of Joel where he reminded me how much he loves me taking pictures of him

I met Joel through Team Fatty and we quickly became friends, despite his many faults which I will illuminate and reiterate throughout this post. Forgiving all these many faults is one reason I’m such a great riding partner.

Joel mentioned several months ago that he and his family support a cancer center in Buffalo, NY and tossed out the idea of me attending. Given that I lived in Buffalo for 5 years, I was all in for a trip down Memory Lane.

Trusty driver Wil at the wheel, I asserted another of my great personality traits, respecting other people’s love to drive, and slept practically the whole way from my house to Buffalo, providing neither respite nor company for the journey. My insincere offers to share the driving were met with the appropriate refusal as Wil knows better than to confuse politeness with sincerity.

We arrived at Buffalo magically as if I closed my eyes and then opened them 400 miles later, and made a bee line to my favorite restaurant on earth, Amy’s Place. It’s the genesis of my vegetarianism, and a staple food place all my years living down the street, AND the waitress looks like this. And with lentil-berry wraps, how could it not be one of my favorite places on earth?

Joel and I signed up for 100 mile route and planned to meet early in the morning. Hours before the ride started, I decided to read the materials and information about the ride. Part of my great riding partner skills include being very prepared and a glancing parusal of the course almost immediately before we were to start afforded me a great deal of helpful information, the most important being that this 100 mile rout was not actually 100 miles. It was officially 106 miles, which would make it the longest ride I would have ever done in my life, including all the years past where I had probably quintuple the miles in my legs. I’ll stop foreshadowing and announce I did not make it 100 miles, but I did make it 75 of some of the most enjoyable miles I’ve ever ridden in my life, despite all of Joel’s amateurish mistakes and maneuvers.

The first of Joel’s faults I had to tolerate was his need to be in front of me all. the. time. I mean, I could not manage to get around the guy, so, being a considerate (and great) partner, I allowed Joel to stay in front of me for almost the entire 75 miles. His near-constant checking to make sure I was still behind him really proved how much he was afraid of me launching an attack, as he could obviously see I am in fantastic shape and ability. However, sensing his discomfort with being passed, I did not launch any attacks. Except at every intersection staffed with helpful volunteers and in the earshot of others riders when I’d loudly proclaim that I thought it was finally his turn to pull. I think he really appreciated my considerate nature during these especially public times.

This was pretty much the whole day

This route was in all honesty the best century route I’ve ever done. It’s relatively flat, and with very few forced stops. We had miles and miles of uninterrupted riding through smooth county roads, staffed with more than enough grateful volunteers and police officers holding traffic. Buffalo in the summer is a beautiful place to be- it almost never gets into the upper 80s and due to the lake effect, it’s breezy and super pleasant. I highly recommend it.

In order to pass the time as we rode a beautiful 18-19 mph (despite Joel being in my way need I remind you), I brought along entertainment. My status of the best riding partner ever I think was cemented as I selflessly entertained Joel for oh, 40-50 miles with a personalized selection of music. It went a little like this, “Joel, Joel, Joel of the jungle, strong as he can beeeeeee…Joel, Joel, Joel of the Jungle watch out for that treeeeeee”. And repeat. I noticed during my touching rendition of this classic, it actually motivated Joel to ride faster, which I appreciated because I was continually riding only inches from his wheel.

At one point I even saved Joel’s life while during a particularly spirited verse he almost rode directly into Lake Ontario. I don’t know how he missed the turn, he seemed headed straight for the lake. Good thing I was there to save him! I know he was glad too. I managed to take a picture before I saved his life.

So as you can see, i had to put up with a lot. Joel shared with me his story of why he was riding- in memory of his dear cousin who lost his battle to cancer years before. He mentioned that he might be emotional during the ride. I decided that I would start sobbingly heavily during the first 10 miles (while thinking of my beautiful loved ones going through cancer surgeries and upcoming chemotherapy) so he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. Naturally I’ve very adept at hiding my emotions, but I decided to become a blubbering idiot to make him feel better. I even allowed him to comfort me with reassuring back pats and kind words.

To further help Joel, I employed my now-perfected technique of holding on to his jersey pocket and easing off my own pedaling (and by “easing off” I mean stopping entirely) so that Joel could deepen his own work out and burn some extra calories. I think his newly attached zombie tendon in his knee really needed the slightly increased work-load, and I didn’t mind putting his needs before mine because I am the best riding partner ever. It’s what I do. To everyone I ride with. Like every time.

After battling ridiculous headwinds while riding along Lake Ontario, we pulled into the rest stop and I gasped when i saw this: a lei! It choked me up and seemed and instant sign from hawaiian Team Fatty member, Ryan, gone from us too quickly. I wore it the rest of the ride, quietly begging his spirit to push the pedals for me, as I was now in a not-insignificant amount of knee pain.

At mile 75 I was now limping along at something like 10 mph and I was done. I decided to call in for a ride and told Joel to go on and finish. Because I’m so considerate, I allowed Joel to insist he stay with me, much as I allowed him to stay with me the entire day.

Later in the day after meeting Joel’s extensive and magnificent family, I learned everyone else shared my charming sense of humor in playfully mocking Joel for failing to finish the 100 miles. I scolded Joel and told him that if I knew everyone was going to bust his chops so much, I would have sagged out on purpose. I enjoy sharing the tormenting of my minions.

In summation, one of the best rides of my life with one of the nicest guys you could ever have the good fortune to call friend.


I learned Joel especially loves being photographed while he's giving away his supplies, and doing all the work to change a stranger's flat

Stopping to help someone with a flat- Joel did all the work (karma hog!) and gave the guy all his supplies (note: even if you can’t change your own flat, ALWAYS have your own supplies!). One minute later, Joel was rewarded with finding a sweet Park multi-tool, worth $40.

Reassuring pats on the back from someone who could really understand my pain

Stunning route

No mechanicals for us though an astronomical number of flats for other riders

Joel approaching a stranger in his driveway to beg for Advil for me. And securing some large white horse pill from a volunteer which I can only hope was Tylenol.

Getting Sweetpea love from the very first guy I saw on the ride. He proclaimed how sweet my ride was and that Natalie refused to make him a bike because he’s a dude.

In order to participate in this ride, there was a minimum fundraising limit.  I raised the money, in honor of my dear friend fighting cancer right now.  When my friend told me how she was having trouble eating, I told Joel I spent the money on a juicer for her (which she loved and needed).  Joel then filled my entire bank with the money people had donated to him (with all their permission), and nearly brought me to tears with his total understanding of how to help someone and how to be a friend.  /sniff

Spotting a pheasant crossing the road!

My favorite bike of the day- I call it the Watermelon Bike.

Having too many reasons to support this ride

Being given a handicap room in the sold-out hotel. You can’t see it in this picture, but there was no bathtub, just a shower that got the whole floor wet.

Despite coming in well-within their time cut off, the venue was almost entirely broken down and barren

Thanks to Jason Crane for finding this video. It made me laugh so hard.

In NYC it is NOT illegal to be outside a bike lane. RCNY 4-12(p)(1) states that “bicyclists should ride in usable bike lanes, unless they are preparing to turn, or are avoiding unsafe conditions (including but not limited to, fixed or moving objects, motor vehicles, bicycles, pedestrians, pushcarts, animals, surface hazards).”

I. Loved. This. Race.  It’s called the Warrior Dash.  Basically, it’s a 3.5 mile trail run that has 14 obstacles along the way.  It’s an actual race, we all wore timing chips, and some people take it seriously.

Others, not so much.

I remember asking my friend Maggi if she wanted to do this race with me. She said no, she hated mud. And then magically, she said yes. And it was on.  Running, mud, fire, more mud, climbing, tunnels, costumes, and friends.  Covered in mud.   It’s my kind of event.  In fact, I had to declare it to the world.


And I had to stop on the way and make sure I had my red lipstick.

We started off running together, I was a little nervous because I was with runners.  Like people who actually train for running.  Together.  A lot.  I’ve said it before, I have to do my own event.  I wanted to stay together, but I’d be just as happy to run alone and do my thang, I always am.  Well, everyone declared we were staying together and that was that.  It was so sweet and I instantly felt so much friendship from a handful of people I had just met.   I don’t know how fast everyone could’ve run, but as you’ll see in the video, it was pretty hard to actually race.  The course bottlenecks at a lot of places and if you wanted to take it seriously you’d be disappointed in your time.  I could have cared less about my time and I think it was pretty much the group consensus.

So, over and and through we went.  Mud, deep mud, watery mud, smelly-I’m-pretty-sure-that’s-not-actually-mud mud, scratchy mud, and mud perfect for making handprints on people’s butts and boobs.  I’m guessing.

We ran together, I was happy to experience my first trail running.  The forest was so beautiful, I was bummed I couldn’t spend more time looking around.  The rocks, roots, and downed trees were just too treacherous.  I was worried I’d turn an ankle, so I kept my eyes straight down for most of course.  Except when I was dodging low branches and obstacles.

As you could probably guess, costumes are encouraged and rewarded.  Given that I’m still new to the whole running thing, I didn’t think I should compete in a full costume, so I compromised.  Bathing suit, throw-away tshirt, long-ish kind of shorts which I was hoping would protect me from some of the rocks (no such luck) and of course, my Superman underwear which I wore on the outside of my shorts which unfortunately was not visible under my too-long shirt.

I could describe it more to you, or you could watch what another participant created- I’m grateful to him for filming this- the backwoods area was too gross for me to bother bringing a camera, so here’s his take on the course. I ran the same route only a few hours later where the most notable change was the mudpit at the end had much less water and much more thick goopy mud.

Here’s the junkyard cars- holy cow, these were super slippery.  Here we were almost at the end.  We had just finished scaling the rope wall, and the end was in sight.  The most unfortunate missed-picture was the group mud pit entry we orchestrated.  By arriving early and watching others, I got to see the most fun mud pit experiences were when groups entered in some sort of planned action.  Some people cannonballed into it, some people were dainty (and much heckled by onlookers), some did cartwheels.  We decided during the run to line up at the end, hold hands and fall backwards together.  It allowed for beautiful full-body mud coverage, which I think should be a requirement.

-New friends!
-Perfectly reasonable excuses to play and get dirty
-Dogs were encouraged to come and hang out, eat turkey legs, listen to the live music
-Listening to the crowd harass people into get much muddier than they wanted, also yelling, “WRESTLE!!” whenever two girls entered the mud together
This guy:

(it’s a g-string and bow tie)

Major massive most bestest highlight– there was a lake we had to walk through- about waist deep. I decided to swim. Then realized I could float on my back and make it through on current alone. Then, in the great spirit of me trying to get the course done with as little effort as possible, Maggi pulled me along as I floated. YES!!!!

-Breath-takingly cold fire hose shower
-Bathing suit crotch filled with mud
The Warrior helmet won’t stay on Kuma’s head

Team Fatty NYC edition met up last Sunday for our official 100 MoN. Our meeting place was the Kissena Velodrone. I will not amend my typo here or throughout this post because quite frankly I think someone’s initially naming of a velodrome was a typo.

We gathered early, some earlier than others because some of us were in my car driving in circles trying to find the location. Good thing I decided to turn my bike computer on then so I was able to keep mileage with people actually already riding. It was the easiest 6 miles I’d ever done going nowhere.

As we assembled at the velodrone, one theme became constant our embracing the “nowhere” spirit of the event.

We had many different divisions present to compete: there was Carlos in the youngest member division, Joel’s most upstate division, Laura’s homeless youth division, and my mathmathically-challenged short-term memory-impaired division, to name a few. Oh, and Wil’s Literal Interpretation division.

I’ll save you the suspense now and reveal we all won our divisions. At least I think we did.

And we all had variations of Team Fatty kits. There was of course, several versions of official past jerseys and color schemes, Joel’s amazing shorts (shown further down), there was tutu flair (modeled here by Scott in his delirium in his last 10 laps)

And Jamieson’s my-bike-seat-needs-a-bikini-wax flair

So, around and around we rode.  The track was .25 mile around and my friends assure me through their new math that this equalled 400 laps.  So, we rode.

And we rode

And we rode

And we embraced the spirit of Team Fatty in every possible way.  Other team members did the velodrone thing.  They had an impressive showing of a sub four-hour century using a motorcycle to pace them.  Psh!  Amateurs!  Team Fatty arranged for a far more appropriate pace vehicle.

With our legs warmed up, we kept steadfast to our mission to 100 laps of Nowhere.  Or was it 100 km of Nowhere.  Or was it 100 minutes of conversation while watching Joel go nowhere?

We supported each other deftly throughout the day.  I managed to keep true to the spirit of the day by figuring out if I held onto Daniel’s jersey while he rode, I could work towards going nowhere while actually doing nothing.  I believe my division awards special prizes for this accomplishment.

We had our own styles and our own ways of accomplishing our goals this day.  Some of us used computers on our bikes, some of us used no computers, some of us employed a far more sophisticated system of mileage documentation.

Either Scott has finished 160 laps, or he is part of the Yakuza.

Still we rode on. Really we rode. Immediately before and immediately after all 100 pictures I have of us like this. Because riding on a velodrone is really that much fun, it was hard to force ourselves to take breaks, somehow we managed. En masse. To take breaks. Lots of them.

(Serious aside: here’s Joel sporting board shorts in memory of our beloved team member, Ryan)

Through the day, one division I think had the strongest showing.

Wil’s division was fiercely contested by some non-team member stretching midfield for I think 3 hours. But with true warrior spirit, Wil persevered.

By the end of day, Team Fatty had finally found our stride. We gelled. We learned the subtle nuances of each other’s riding styles enough deftly execute the mother of all 100 MoN pacelines.

Laughing hysterically with great people
Convincing the ice cream truck guy to pace us
Pacelining inches behind the fixie-riding Scott at 19 mph
Pacelining with the non-team members we shared the track with
Seeing Scott actually achieve his true 100 MoN, while the rest of us applied a looser definition

No bathroom in close proximity
Fierce winds and crushing ennui

It was amazing to ride with you all, thank you everyone (including Carlos’ girlfriend Amy!) for all the support and fun. Let’s do it again soon. Except not at the velodrone.

Anyone wanting to help offset the fee Carlos paid for us to ride, can contribute to his donation page here: Thanks Carlos!

Links to pics here

Done! My longest run ever, in the bag. Such an incredible experience!
Before heading to Philly on Saturday night I got to go to the New Amsterdam Bike Show in NYC. I’m so loving that I’ve reached a point where I’m comped in, makes me feel like such an insider. Anyway, saw lots and lots of stuff that I want

and got to talk to a lot of people about how to meld the worlds of what I do and what they do. The reception my friend Lee and I received from literally every single vendor we spoke to was extraordinary. Every vendor wanted to partner with our bike education program. Every. Vendor. I received an offer of a DOZEN free bikes. Absolutely unbelievable. I wish I could have stayed longer and shmoozed some more, but I had to meet up with Philly Jen and head out.

We got to Philly, did a little carb loading with burritos and then headed for gelato. I could write an entire blog post about the gelato, suffice it to say, after we sampled ginger, avocado, chocolate with hazelnuts and too many to remember, I opted for a sweet basil and lemon cup. Basil gelato. It was divine.

Off to Jen’s and we started with our pre-race preparations. In keeping with Philly Jen tradition, I did not bring pajamas. I opted to sleep in some measure of my race gear. We spent some time fussing with our tribute gear to our friend Ryan, who died tragically and unexpectedly last week. Since he was from Hawaii, Jen sported a lei, and Maggi, Jen and I all wore “tweeball” images in memory of the twitter-enabled socials Ryan used to love.

Ok, race time.

So this was my first race. I had only done one other running event, the Livestrong 5K in Austin, TX, which was really more a walk/social event. And before this, I had only ever run a little more than 5 miles. I knew I was not going to run the whole 10 miles, but I set my goal to run more than I’d ever run, and to not get taken off the course for being too slow. (As this is a race, they actually expect you to finish in a respectable time. Shocking).

I learned a lot of useful things about this race:
I was honest when registering about my expected finishing time. I believe the category I was put in, purple, stands for People Undertrained Running Poorly Likely (to) Expire. Of all the chutes, I was in the last and slowest category. That was fine with me, confusing by fine, considering I knew people who expected to finish slower than me who were placed in chutes ahead of my position.
I don’t care that I run slowly. Clearly, I was in good company. It was mentally taxing to think the sweep truck was on my heels (even though it wasn’t). It actually reminded me of when you watch the Olympics for swimming, and there’s that World Record yellow line they put on the screen so you can see when the swimmer reaches or fails to reach the milestone.
Also, each chute was released one at a time. There was only a mass start for your color group, and the groups were released (on time, thank you organizers!) about 30 seconds apart from each other.

Until you got to purple. We were held for 2 minutes. Now why come you gonna hold the folks that already done told you they slow as hell? It ain’t like we gonna catch the other groups. Sorry, had to get that out. But it’s true. And I didn’t find the “you’re last but not least” announcement comforting in the slightest.

The official time clock is started as soon as the first foot in the elite group starts, so being all the way in the back, you could not rely on the official clocks en route to denote your actual time running. I had my Garmin running watch on so I kept track myself, ignoring the clocks along the way.

The other thing about starting in the back and two minutes behind is this: It only really gives you a chance to really compete against your chute. I finished in front of only about 500 people when there were 25000 participants. That’s disheartening until you realize there was no way I was “competing” against all 24000 people released in front of me. So, it is what it is.

Anyway, racing was actually great, though I could never get into my right mental mindset. I did well to set my pace and keep my pace, avoiding the mistake of coming out too quickly. Fortunately, my run pace and my very fast walk pace are pretty similar, so my time was consistent throughout the day. But I only ever run alone, so I found it really distracting to have so many people around me. I guess it’s just live and learn- next time I know I’ll be more prepared.

Along the route, I loved the drumming groups, the bands, the choir, a random lady giving out oranges (there’s no official food on the course)…And I thought I was hallucinating when I saw this…

I genuinely appreciated the support of everyone yelling and cheering, all the high-fives. There was a group of 7th grade students running, and I passed one of their teachers who yelled such heart-felt, proud support it nearly brought me to tears. As tired as I was, I always went out of my way to cross the course to give a child a high-five if they were standing there with their hands out.

At one point as I was running, I noticed a heavy-set person in front of me. I had stopped to pee (which added easily 10 minutes to my time). I got it into my head to make a judgement that I would feel badly about myself if someone so heavyset was going to finish in front of me, even though we were miles from the finish line. So, I passed him. And I felt awful. I immediately loathed my thoughts and my intention, that now this person, who was clearly working so hard and accomplishing so much, was now one more person back because I was selfish and prideful. I resolved to not do that again, to not race in front of someone just to try to make myself feel better. To pass someone is to pass someone, but to do it because I thought it was a reflection of my ability, terrible.

However, I was sure as HELL not finishing behind the guy who did it on crutches, so I passed him before the finish line. I don’t actually know if he did the whole thing on crutches, but I don’t care.

I finished the race with plenty still in my tank. I made my all-too-common mistake of not pushing myself hard enough during the event because I wanted so badly to make sure I finished, that I didn’t excel as much as I wanted to. I crossed the finish line, got my medal, and grabbed some water. I was surprised how much I felt like I could still run. My legs were sore, but otherwise, I felt great. Fantastic even.

-Being ballsy enough to go run a 10-mile race. So many people I know would never consider such an undertaking and though I’m slow, I’m still dumb enough to try

-Time with my Philly girls who were so supportive and awesome and incredible

-The horses on the sidewalk

-Running with amazing people around me who were so encouraging to everyone

-The woman running in her do-rag, flip flops and pajama bottoms, who I then realized was chasing her very fast 3-year old son who had gotten onto the course and was having the time of his life. She chased him easily a mile!


– I wish I had kept the tiara on.  No one ran with any flair, that’s just not cool.

-A large group of people farted just as we started running. Seriously, it could’ve choked the horse

-People fart all along the course as they run. This became at times painfully apparent

-Being tagged, “Jen Low-maintenace” and Jen Yuan self-tagging, “Jen Lo Mein”

-Lines for the bathrooms. It never occurred to me to factor so much time into my already-slim margins in order to pee. Psychologically it made me not drink as much as I needed because I didn’t want to stop again

-Bothering to wear my headphones for music. I should have left them at home, I didn’t need the music and it stopped me from cooling off in the hydrants

In hindsight, I should have trained more, of course. But, I’m still proud of myself and I’m still looking forward to next year.

Cancer’s hurt

Someone I love is going through cancer’s hurt (a close family member). I wrote her this letter and I realized I was writing to any of you that would feel the same hurt. I feel like this is just the beginning of what I wanted to write but it was making me sad to think too much, so I stopped short. I’m sure any of you have things you’d say. I wonder what they’d be.

Some things I know about what you’re going through:

I know what it’s like to cry in the middle of Wal-Mart.

People will suggest every possible treatment option under the sun, including a berry that grows in Mexico. People will offer every opinion about every doctor, specialist, treatment, food, and therapy. If you ask for my opinions, I’ll give them. Unless or until, they will do you no good.

Bad news makes people uncomfortable and it’s possible friends will distance themselves. Don’t take it personally. They will return.

People can be terribly thoughtless and fill your times with stories about death and scary experiences that happened to them or their loved ones. It took me a while to learn to be assertive and cut them off and let them know I wouldn’t listen to their story because it scared me or upset me. They think they’re relating and their intentions are good.

It’s ok to be white-hot angry

What I can do for you:
I can listen and listen tirelessly. You can use bad words and I won’t judge you. You can say the same things over and over.

I will help you however I can, even boring stupid stuff you’d feel dumb asking someone to do for you or your family.

Send positive healing energy to you and your family

Just know that you have no requirements with me- you don’t need to be polite, you don’t need to remember to write back. I’m just here.

LOVE LOVE LOVE you, I’m so sorry you’re all going through this.


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