Heather Nann I did not witness the exchange you’ve referred to here, but I can imagine kind of how it went down. I can’t say I’m surprised by your prompt perpetrator beat-down; I know how you roll, and I’d hate to be on the receiving end. So that’s not new.
But this piece. Damn, woman. One of the finest things of yours I’ve read, and I’ve read some damned fine things of yours.
You are unflinchingly vulnerable and unabashedly human. I tend to take that for granted, because it’s just SO YOU.
You bare some terribly painful truths about yourself and your past and you let us right in there with you.
You made me hurt, and remember, and rejoice, and also reminded me to examine my own behavior when I’m out in the world, because I don’t ever want to contribute to another person feeling the way you felt when you walked into a room.
And I know that feeling, too.
Thank you for bringing me back to the basics.