Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

Thirty-nine

Saturday was my 39th birthday. These flowers are from my friend Piper (BradBradBradBradBrad), and attached was a card that read:

Heather: I think deep down you really HATE elephants. Happy Birthday

I am so grateful for the friendships I have forged in the last few years with several women who love me despite all my many glaring flaws. They make me feel safe, and I don’t have to worry about being judged for my mistakes and issues that rear their ugly heads again and again. I’d name them all here, but they know who they are. I love you all so much. Thank you.

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