You fell down some steps some years ago and scrambled your beautiful egg.
I was real sad about that.
I would have very much liked to have met you. Maybe pressed the bottoms of our feet together. Maybe held your hand.
Whatever you were comfortable with, really.
I just think you were the tops. I read your books and you made me believe what I already knew to be true.
But listen: the dumb confused kid I was and still continue to be, well, she thanks you. All your apples and dots and hi-hos, well, they kind of shaped me into the lady I am.
You'll be happy to know that I'm farting around and trying my best to write every day.